Waking up sitting beside the road

lights and car noisy struck my ears

movements struck the ground

hardly to shake my thoughts

as blind as i am

my sense  are in great fear

always the same spot i sit

never mistake a point


Late the future defines

my past painted the clouds

as noisy as coins struck the ground

my hands couldn’t reach the coin where hidden


pushed i was in a jam

no one cared my presence

words were thrown out to strike

my shopping wasn’t counted as one

always noticed in a crowd

for my inelegance was irritable

couldn’t agree less

my spot never lasted

fought and sold by pieces of cloth

that i couldn’t afford to sense

Written by Motivationaltalks


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