The dust

The dusts sometimes covering my head

And forgetfulness brings to the happiness

The wheels of the city grinding the day

The inhalation of the last oxygen

And forgetting how to swim..

Forgetting how to fly

Sometimes

Wake up

There is the sun and the wind

Birds sleeping in the trees

And the beats of the cement

The heart of the cement

The breath of tidy and wrecked streets

Deep breath

And come back to the soil

Digging the hole with your bare nails

There is a reason why

But you dont know

Enjoyment and happiness is just here

Somewhere

Just listen to the heart beat

Music beat, concreat beat…its here

Dont forget….because the eyes will fade away, the soul will walk away

If you wait too long

Its not easy to wake up again

To start another dream

Happy dream

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