Turn down your senses
Reality is giving me a rain check
Since sunrise winds are stealing away your objectivity,
its agonizing prospects,
its census of boredom conundrums
nightmares are becoming more and more worthless
Like an unworn scarlet and ivory wedding dress
at the crossroads of so many pavements
and pedestrian zones known by both;
Tragedies are meant for no happy end-
So where is the insurmountable map?
I could be the global warming
pursuing the cool glaciers
or merely their straightforward reasons
their incentives and their bonuses
Sent to silently transit the seasons
till death comes along,
Panicked and discarded
umpteen times-
my life is a sandglass
Filling in the gaps between your footsteps.
