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
Akhand Singh 