I got carried away
by the future wind of change
when they shouted and neglected
every little approach of mine
cracked
on the wall
without regard
we all have roles scheduled here
not everything
runs on this game
of luck
some things are just planned
long ago
some are just
chip on the wall
begging for attention
like this veil
re-entering
knocking on my door
unintentionally
slipping through the mist
and causing dread
in my head
since then
every night
it tears my insides apart
waves of heat and cold
messing up with me
the days became the darkest nights
lived through mares
when all the days merged
into one miasmatic structure
I’m leaving
all my pains in the bathroom
washed away by streams
of fresh water
undisturbed by anyone’s
evil eye
going furtively with impatient intent to find out
what’s this all about
and where I left all my proper props extremely futile
***
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