Mirror

A torn piece of time
Rotten
Busy days
Force wine to come down its throat
Until it knows nothing else
Drunk!

It, Spinning, around and around, in the whirlwind of work, of the busy market
And it ties itself into that spinning wheel
On its back
Different tattoos, different marks
Green bills, blue bills, red bills
The student table
Abandoned
It goes.
Many busy days and long nights
It runs into the whirlpool of blue and red and crowds...
Forgot that there is still some dirt on his feet
Love
Of its hometown...
One day
Suddenly
It comes back
Looks at the mirror, half-conscious
It sees
A faded ghost
Gray
Talking
Moving like an invisible robot.
Woke up:
"Where have myself been?!"



LilCookieJar ~ Bao Nguyen