Just a vague mismatch of communication, for he was used for his knowledge over their greed.
Has caused him so much trouble and pain. That an afternoon with tropical sun shining are giving him chills.
Noise and Music have assigned there spaces. no way he can peace out his mind. He has given him self, away to a sway of time and melancholy. Where world has their own cruelty on you, Irrespective of who you are.
You are judged with no trails,
You are sentenced with no justiciary.
Just as in time, which flew away with no regards to what we have and how we are.
Just a Word to Word, in a bus travelling after a failure.
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