Lost – K.B

Tracks on the sand and stars, guide me.

 

Lost

 

 

I gotta shave.
I did.
I gotta walk
The streets
Wearing
A suit.

But I don’t.
They mistake
Me for a hobo
With sophisticated
Thoughts.

I’m kidding of course.

I stride.
I conquer
Myself.

I don’t need
Vast territories.

Just a kind
Woman
Who sings
For me with
A guitar.

Naturally,
We’re indies,
Whatever that means
And whatever label
We got on the forehead.

A light heart feels good
But it’s not about that.

We’re lost
And tracks
In the desert
Move with the wind.

The roaring egos
Are sitting
Quietly
In the immensity.

A breeze
Paid a visit
At three a.m.

Talks are going
On well with the sky.

Maybe He’ll pour
Some billions
In my mind.

As of now,
I hear the whisper
Of a river

And it’s all I need.

The empire can wait.

I have no country
Other than
A state of mind,

And a few coins
To go drink
When the sun sets.

Inspiration,
Perspiration,
Deprivation.

Its always a minus
In the desert,
Rarity is law
And the quest
For dignity and
Beauty endless.

 

 
K.B

 
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