all your life down the runaway corridor waiting to run into its end suddenly every time pins of shame stick you to your boredom but there’s nothing you can do, if there’s no end around the coming corner people lost in papers and artificial palm in the hotel lounge the elevator music: the biggest gets it the highest softly sofa-sick I move amidst the philistine where absence of ‘no-exit’ signs proves their presence to everybody lost (like u and me)
doors are open. your life glows a deep ditch those who are aware are not yet confident your intellect winning away stitch by stitch sews you down to the same old banner your family, people shy of insight crumbling to dust the last idol of hope the prospects you deserve, those not exactly bright, right? happiness, curiosity – all down the slope like everybody lost (like u and me)