Travel

Like a dictator addicted to crowd I feel power to neglect dignity. Fasten the first found gentle people, they have the doors half open, still my mouth remains wisely unspoken. From bitter to sweet, keep the good after I read the name written at the door. Once again a man stole the words we loved; Once again a man robbed the words we all adored. My mouth seemed clean, suddenly a new taste within our veins. Faces stare, an hollow eye carves . There we go, off the road, where’s the light? Can’t hear the shout, speak damn loud! Like a swimmer with no bank to rest navigation rescues dignity. Fasten the last stolen six hours, damn speak loud! See the doors wide open, nice words remain unspoken. The name written at the door, curtains closed. Mythical mass media world includes every sin. Once again a man robbed the words we loved. Miles have been walked, wear dirty shoes on the new bus. No problem, clean my hands, white as snow.