You wake up with a strange taste in your mouth
Empty bottles outside with rested tempest inside
You've been transported somehow
Spilled ash marks your track
You get up with a busy head, trying to make sense
Silence follows...then a smile...then silence.
The next day you wash it off
You go out to get fresh air into your lungs
To get fresh sights into your head
You bump into smiles and confusion, again.
For days, rain follows you wherever you go
And so does a confused smile.
You love rain
And you cherish the smile.
It comes and goes
As and when it pleases itself
Slowly dissolving into time
Aren't you glad you have a bad memory?
Aren't you glad you'll soon be forgetting everything?
Aren't you glad your conscience is clear?
Then, how come you're not smiling anymore?
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Been there. Done that.
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