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
a fast reply

to be tomorrow
when there’s no future
a debt
a promise
a queue
a god

One Comment

  • 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
    there’s nothing else

    feel yesterday
    like there’s no today
    a pay
    a lie
    a mistake
    no god.

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