Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A New Stage, A Bad One


You are never seen
Except by the burglars in the bus
And men in want of a one-night partner
But you were one day
A day not far away,
The world's mostly
The world's only
Victorious
Lady.

What ceased you to exist as you did

A pilgrimage
A pilgrimage to the land of
Better people,
Wiser, prettier, more admired
A one-way ticket to the holy land
They stole your spirit, your arrogant self, the one that always took you through the path
You miss this
You miss that
You often miss all things around
Everyday you lose something you seem to have got hold of for ten million years.

 

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