Street dreams
Follow me, sweat soaked my pillow
In the morning, can you see the old man sitting in the park?
Feeding pigeons his only delight, everything else is dark.
On the bench close to the Queen’s Peace Fountain
Peace is a term which expects you first to experience pain!
Nothing is like it seems.
I might outshine, but don’t fear my thrown shadow
I dare to sit opposite – the scene was encouraging
“I came here for running – but you are here before sunlight reaching
Your eyes...” – “My son, I am half blind – Life wasn’t either kind
Or was it me who destroyed everything? – History doesn’t mind.”
Street lights
Shining through my window
Piece of bread for the pigeons, his most treasured possession.
Peace of mind for his soul, became an obsession.
“Pigeons remind me of the freedom I once had.
Like you, I was running through this park – Life wasn’t bad.
But when you start dancing with the devil and lose house and wife:
That is when the devil danced with you – and you lose your life!"
No more street fights - no more street nights
Reach for the past like a grieving widow
“If you ever wanna get to know me...
Close your eyes and use other senses to see.”
In the morning, can you see the old man sitting next to the Queen’s Peace Fountain?
Take the right steps in life – before life takes you on its memory lane!
Street dreams
Follow me, sweat soaked my pillow
Nothing is like it seems.
I might outshine, but don’t fear my thrown shadow
Street lights
Shining through my window
No more street fights - no more street nights
Reach for the past like a grieving widow
inspired by: Canbaro Luul aka Zana Hashi :)
Pen 'N' Paper
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