It is already late
The city is still covered with
a veil of thick fog
Two lives are just separating
from an effusive knotted hug
The Sun is said to be lazy
A lively breeze is inciting
a fire,under the inertia
the body is aching
Eyes ever beguiled, are hazy
And my inside?
something thrilling is moving
The question I am hammered with
"What are you doing?"