Gencay Poems

My body is a slave to the world
But my soul is in a unique dream bus
On a plane - on a ship - on a train
Superficial
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A stillborn tobacco
It does not penetrate a body that has never lived.
Ayy girl that never existed
Mix my hair, dispel my sadness and
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Ayy wind, please, don't blow it
Please don't go, by breaking my hair and soul.
My existence is frozen, it's like an obscure statue
My self is on the run for years..
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My rosebud faded yesterday
My tears ended yesterday
Fate swept away yesterday
I do not know what I do..
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Put death on my table before you do..

Now I'm walking on the bare road
Even though the road is always empty, full
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I am going to work
I am coming from work
And I walk in the crowd
Then something stops me, a voice
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I have a longing inside
A request to escape
To nature with ancestral feelings
The desire to run, to go...
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And whisper you on the pillow face
And night is night
While I was drunk from top to bottom
What is possible...
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Good days are in the past, not in the future
Happiness is timeless,
I don't know where?
On what date, on whom?
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