to wait in vain
to wait for nothing
to be the dream
at the break of dawn
the road that leads
into lost knee-high grass
a warm cake in
an abandoned house
to miss the end
of the conversation
and smile
expecting
a fast reply
to be tomorrow
when there’s no future
a debt
a promise
a queue
a god
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Despair
I’ve allways wait
hoping for all
to feel real
when the dusk falls down
the closed way
to the dreamed plains
a hard bread
with everbody around
to feel the end
of a relatiohship
and frown
knowing
there’s nothing else
feel yesterday
like there’s no today
a pay
a lie
a mistake
no god.