As the avenues, turn to corridors
My air conditioned breath,
saves me from the heat.
As I stare, into the void,
With eyes wide shut,
There is always someone there,
I would like to meet.
Yet I sit alone, and listen restlessly
To the songs play, endlessly on repeat
I am not my thoughts , I am not my beliefs
That’s what I think and what I believe
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
As the avenues, turn to corridors
My air conditioned breath,
saves me from the heat.
As I stare, into the void,
With eyes wide shut,
There is always someone there,
I would like to meet.
Yet I sit alone, and listen restlessly
To the songs play, endlessly on repeat
I am not my thoughts , I am not my beliefs
That’s what I think and what I believe