All day long
I stare at people walking by
I drink bitter coffee, smoke cheap cigarettes
In front and behind my back I don't see anyone
I flirt with boys that I don't like
Tell jokes and don't laugh
Write poems in the moonlight
And rip them under sunlight
Give promises in the morning
In the evening I forget.
I walk away from life and she taunts me
I'm frightened from forgetfulness
More than I do from the fire
And I feel lonely
As a wounded beast in the cage.
Will I be completely
Dead when I die?
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