Where are your going in your dream
A bag of colorless years on shoulders
But the eyes still stubborn and agleam
And seeing and seeing
Where are you casting in void your mind
In a world where the deaf lead the blind
Where night even couldn't unite its stars
And turn their attention to yelling
casting your mind and wondering
Where are you flying your words in thunders
That take the breath and the breather
Flown words get struck 'n fall prey to silence
And no ear is hearkening
So what else will you be flying
Where else are you travelling in this life
And packing your cases while you're clad
In reflections on space and time!
Where else going body in this geography
Called country that grants visa only to reverie
And only reverie and only reverie!
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