Tuesday, 18 August 2015

The Gothamist

Entranced by the new world, I forgot to tiptoe
It pulsed when I close my eyes
So spacious, so vulgar
And the loudvoiced presence of ambitions slowly assassinated me
I whispered to myself
The words of empowerment
The words of encouragement
But it was so fast, I couldn't detach myself
Slowly losing my wit
I am no God, am I?
I die.. I will perish
In a flash
Someday

-PRK-

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