Lonely Clone In a Test Tube
Toxic bones from the Jurassic
Walking amongst the masses
Current classes of classic
Acidic in shattered glasses
Sliding into yesterday
Their dancing shoes soulless
Catching on the high fever
Intoxicated on their madness
My clone is sitting alone
I watch him like my own reflection
How his problems he also likes to postpone
He doesn’t know that he’s my creation
One day the two worlds will collide
The real world and the mirage
The future and the past reconciled
Sink or swim in this deluge
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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