wake up, feel terrible
for all the right reason
it is all too easy
this augmentation
this grandeur of emptiness
it is silent
a car traverses
another road
humans are out there
alive and breathing and asleep
still asleep
eyes open
the humans are just
as empty
in seventeen years
they will be as empty
in paris
or new york
or moscow
their eyes will still speak
as their mouths curl
and their children cry from
their cultured gardens
the unfixed faucets dripping
in their marble slate bathrooms
in the shower
they still wonder
what happened to their lives
their dreams
and how they'd changed
with every pivotal moment
they'd passed up
for comfort
or a new dream
conveniently forgetting the rest
they'll think back
to the faces of lovers
they lost to the road
or to chance
or to themselves
and cry
in the shower
if they haven't
forgotten how to
recollecting
how once
long ago
in a dream
they had learnt
dreams don't mean anything.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
wake up, feel terrible
for all the right reason
it is all too easy
this augmentation
this grandeur of emptiness
it is silent
a car traverses
another road
humans are out there
alive and breathing and asleep
still asleep
eyes open
the humans are just
as empty
in seventeen years
they will be as empty
in paris
or new york
or moscow
their eyes will still speak
as their mouths curl
and their children cry from
their cultured gardens
the unfixed faucets dripping
in their marble slate bathrooms
in the shower
they still wonder
what happened to their lives
their dreams
and how they'd changed
with every pivotal moment
they'd passed up
for comfort
or a new dream
conveniently forgetting the rest
they'll think back
to the faces of lovers
they lost to the road
or to chance
or to themselves
and cry
in the shower
if they haven't
forgotten how to
recollecting
how once
long ago
in a dream
they had learnt
dreams don't mean anything.
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