An object dropped, a sudden stop,
Then start along the way,
When human feelings get the lock,
At heart they cry “Stay, stay!”
A little ring along the way,
I had a chance to glance
How warped and meek they turn to clay,
As if was never “once”.
A cunning plot, full of red lines,
Aloof we stand and watch.
The bunch of cold and catchy rhymes
Makes lightening of the torch.
A feeling passed, a law concealed,
We’re standing side by side,
When other souls in us revealed,
You only have to bide.
Farewell, farewell – another scheme.
My signs and numbers tell,
What’s far beyond our usual dreams:
We’ll all shall meet in hell.
09.2018