Unspoken Poetry

A Single Place

here again,

under the same tree

surround with the same concrete

another cigarette, for another feel

for awhile time break down the movements

for awhile the visions can be open

and where they can start spoken,

some survive and some still try

some love while others cry

but some of it, are ready to die

while I still wait until the time past by

I sit with a hundred

or maybe a thousands bugs

and they don't know how to rest

making noise under the same grass

but still feel alone without jest

and now I stand to leave the community

walk around the silence city

and single noise always seems like the same

but only that moment I feel change

changing melody bring to others lane

and others lane to another building

another building to others view

and the view bring a long pursue

yes, still walking without the clue

now what?

what am I supposed to do?

I have tried every move but it seems like a glue

nothing change and nothings new

maybe the deepest mind is still right and true

don't ever turn and walk without any you.