I do not know which day it is now
Hypnotized? I wonder - In a séance, somewhere unknown;
Blurred out lines from hangovers to coffee,
Another vagabond - lost to love, in a nameless sleepy town.
I replace the room with the window
With crowded malls and empty roads with broken dreams;
In the hope that this town will heal me,
I dig out buried stories and search for vanishing realms..
I travel in your town without maps
For I know the tin roof where the raindrops fall;
Sometimes I stumble, lost in the blue shade of your pavements,
But I find the address after all…
I wonder if life is all about you and me,
About winter street lights and rum-laced desserts;
I wonder if this is all a story
About the house with trees and beautiful hearts…
Is dreaming, after all a form of planning?
A sliver of hope, hazy and misty, which I cannot kill…
Like O Henry’s single leaf which had outlasted its season
And remained till the end, trembling still…
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