Sometime, Sametime, Someplace, Sameface
For the genuineness of time has its own pace
Something of which should have last
It is that, you and I, need to take off our mask
As we embrace, slides in and out of our awareness
Change in temperature of our way of thinking
Letting the room be our ground of fairness
Losing our sense in this dewy evening
Don't close your eyes, not to make it as a sinful act
It is us, who's playing the desire of our alter ego
Don't hesitate, here's to our plight way to interact
As we've practiced, Dim the light, Let it go
YOU ARE READING
To the Hallway,
PoetryHouse of words that is riddled with a hint of color and a smear of conscience, beneath the impeccable canvas of stainless mind.
