Stuck in a state of cloudless skies, car-less streets and treeless forests,
I'm standing in a grass-less field, trying to fly a kite in a windless sky,
Oh when will I ever stop sailing this ship of fools in a waterless ocean?
Its meaningless.
The moon shines in a night-less sky,
While I walk on by in a people-less city,
I pull my coat tighter on a cold-less sunny day,
All around me are cars gridlocked in traffic, on a road-less junction,
Is it now the right time to cry?
The Sun now rises in the west,
The oceans have no ebb and tide,
And somewhere, somewhere out there,
The long cruel night begins to fade....
(Originally written in long hand, on Conquerer paper, Pelikan Brilliant Brown ink and with a Pilot 78G F)
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