I’m just a stranger
Looking for asylum;
Man in the street
Who often suffers from
Strained smiles, handclasps,
From crush an’ squash in a crowd
And from mechanical sex
That like a sport.
The speed of life
Becomes incessant faster
And sending mad
Unsteady state of mind:
I’m just a stranger
Looking for asylum
Which in this world
IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND.
Just a stranger
© Copyright: Цеквава Константин, 2009
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