Sitting here in the middle of nowhere
The clouds are running like fleer
I saw people are busy on something
Like a wind flows indirectly and it’s occurring
Staring at no one is like a statue
So bothered on what I chew
No one’s accompanying me on such
Like a man standing on the door brushing his mustache
I let the time passed and so as the sun
And darkness covered the sun
I waited for nothing, for someone’s arm
Cold breeze girdled me, intangible on the alarm
By then, people are passing back and forth
Until the lights shine like torch
I saw him, for a long time of waiting
He stares and smiles like we’re making a new beginning
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