One, he is now an engineer,
someone who always calculates.
Two, she is now a nurse
who likes things white and clean.
Three, he is now a lawyer,
undoubtly a registered liar.
Four, she is now a mother of two,
but looks older and tired.
Five, she is not present here
her work eats her days and nights.
Six, he must be really rich now,
everything in him is new.
And seven, I laughed,
for I was still the same.
Days, months, and years,
don't suit me, I guess.
I have left counting.
I now, started feeling.
Words, possibilities, ghosts.
They must have thought
I was poison
A recurring error
in the system.
Not that I cared,
I was only part-human.
The pure ones are the ones
only bothered with time,
everything else is fluid.
But even though
I was free
(Or was I?)
I can never afford
a measured smile like theirs,
for the future
is my past
And my present
is a vague state of dreaming.
Though sometimes I wake up
counting
and for a while,
I would envy them.
