An old soul and a torn heart

An old soul and torn heart

Scribbling through the tides of times

Sitting at the corner in a coffee shop

Thinking about future and living the past

That’s all I am, an outcast and the Mozart

No song and no music

Just the words and a blind stick of lyrics

Knocking on door to door

Sleeping on the floor

And searching the peace within.


© Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013


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