Life Crazy
how my mind work
all directed with touch
the lamp over my bed
my last feel bring a woman to mind
to be in the dark until morrow
the pup spooned and the cat scratching the want
i wake up for a cup of coffee
my only time alone after a pee and a walk in the streets
breakfast brings me to a departed soul
as eaten from her bowl and no picture
to bring the ghosts and a good host
i let them invade my head
alive or dead they are part of my life
as I feel the moment of past and present
who will be chosen for me to decide
by my hand to reminisce
and eyes floating
I smile the sorrow
and run my bike for after all
I am alive.
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