Tricked into some fodder about this oasis.. This conversation of new beginning.. Having enlightening talks over common interests.. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform..
Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again.
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever. In the pocket of yesteryear. Where faults have fallen to some.. I begged not to carry the corpse.. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts..