Fickleness

In this moment, the moment of confusion There is this world on my palm Fragile and conserved. I waive my hand to this abyss And I wonder if there is someone as little as me on this earth Was I supposed to be this confused A little reckless and recluse How am I stuck here … Continue reading

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Adrift

Into the wild world I go Walking slowly and adrift Is it a choice or a dogma? Nobody cares, nobody knows So many barriers, so many restrictions I am lost, the lonely human. © An Empty Glass, 2015

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