Sunday, March 13, 2016


Broken apart 
Like a cloud in the wind,
When the crowd chants for more
The glass life begins.

The sand-torn corners
Where those monsters did hide
Are now burnt by the sun
And beaten by the tide.

That stammering voice
Spilling out of your lips
Is now amplified, eternally,
For clowns and critics.

Traded for solace 
The waves never stop
That lonesome lighthouse 
A new tourist spot. 

It's the life that you've chosen
You mustn't complain,
For you may sink and drown in it
Turning back into rain.

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