What can I say
of the cherished house I lost
or the ones I found instead.
Should I say anything
about being cheated
or being the treacher perhaps?
Where can I find
the images I see
yet lose sight of.
Can I never find
those memories of yester
my mind wouldn't recall?
Why shoud I cry
for the cat that stung
my hand, leaving it cold.
Should I not cry
even for that infant
I found dead in the bag?
Who should I ask
about the crying child
on her way to Jungfreu.
Should I care to ask
the name of the snow covered town
I walk around without getting lost?
How am I to learn
what are you trying to teach me
if you insist on being so cryptic.
How should I know
what you mean to me
when I know not who you are?
1 comment:
very true. saale jargon ppl. they don't seem to have any link with real world
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