The Sheet of Paper
Folded the sheet of paper in half.
And now I watch it,
compressed words,
written by my left hand,
in a state of the unknown.

Someday, I will fix my indifference.
Time runs out,
the letters gone with the wind.
The pieces of my writing
fly away in a billion priorities.
But the thought inside
cannot be expressed.

The silent sound,
an annoying hiss in my ears.
Something is changing
my brain waves.

Far, far away, I choose all this jazz;
for a moment, I hold my breath.
I had folded the sheet of paper in half.

Drones, aliens, corporations...
What will bring me another day?
Reality in movie scenes
doesn’t give a positive sensation.

The laser game in the next corner bar,
on the planet of wars, trouble changes.
It’s easier to notice the human shapes
than the metaphorical ideas
flowing in the air.