There is someone in there,
somewhere just inside
where the night can hide the shadows
and the windows tell no lies.

Life is like a game of Ludo
and
we are in a compendium or
competition?
but
no clue though,

the mind hums
the body walks
the mouth opens
someone talks,

complicated machinery
and
I still dream of
'She',


but when
it's that time
which is this time
it is my time
to switch off.