Pragmatic eye

Work as you dont care anymore.

The noise of the heart of this life can try.

Try as I might you can never see how caring have I done,

Wanting all there is to,

Now my feet is never free.

See if I care where ever I can get;

over here. .

over there. .

every thing lies beyond care.

A pragmatic kisses that is not there,

only noises from without,

only I can feel within.

I cried a year or two.

Now dumbfounded and numb to all things,

we 2 can live in such harmony because the affections of our words can utter only once or twice a year.