I am away from home
It is nightime in this big city
And i am inside this room
Writing
Absurd travelling
Flying that far only to write about same
Things over and over again
Like a boat moving in circles
Yet
I am not tired
Sleeplessly
Ignited by joy that i am alone &
Still managed
To be
Sharp and
Sane
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