So, are you gone?
Have often thought about you
Spent sleepless nights in my rags
Walk long distances
Peep in crevices
See you not
Everybody thinks about seasoning their future
Spent long hours between the four walls
Of poorly fed libraries
Peep in magazines
Listen to radios
Watch televisions
And you paused
Looked at me and asked:
How many acknowledge that
They are in the future they wished?
So, were you in yours?
Friend, sleep well.
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