People come here and they eat,
satiating their tongue
to me, it seems like a never ending repeat
of an eluding trance song
I do not complain
for every time he wipes me clean
soaking my tears, healing my pain
leaving behind some ornamental scars
There are others also, like me
of different shapes and size
in apparent harmony with no common goal
we just pick up the chatter and claim to be wise.
The lamps glow, in the dark a vibrant rainbow
for an evening, light up my mundane life
the soft wind, makes the chime cling
ostentatious beauty, made for some heart to zing.
Even when the breeze dries, be happy, eat and drink
to connect to your heart I will always be here
the lonely candle will again light up,
and you shall find your much needed cheer.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
People come here and they eat,
satiating their tongue
to me, it seems like a never ending repeat
of an eluding trance song
I do not complain
for every time he wipes me clean
soaking my tears, healing my pain
leaving behind some ornamental scars
There are others also, like me
of different shapes and size
in apparent harmony with no common goal
we just pick up the chatter and claim to be wise.
The lamps glow, in the dark a vibrant rainbow
for an evening, light up my mundane life
the soft wind, makes the chime cling
ostentatious beauty, made for some heart to zing.
Even when the breeze dries, be happy, eat and drink
to connect to your heart I will always be here
the lonely candle will again light up,
and you shall find your much needed cheer.
We are nothing but the restaurant table
in the end, hoping to be a delightful fable.
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