Octopus
I am worn out like a rusted door
I slowly left your sight
I don't know what happened
Do you know what happened?
Put a field hair on your head
It is an event that did not happen
Current events
The moment is starting
Time is wasted
Things can happen in your mind
You know what you can't do
What are you that makes it right?
You are afraid of being punished for your weaknesses
The cup is not in the palm of your hand, friend
There was no pain
Rather, it is in thoughts that they are constantly born
They become mothers for other thoughts
Back and forth
In support too
They are just born
There are images to infinity
The secret of the people is in the light
Until then, there is no escape
Because it is born there
Escape from them wherever you want
I always say only
I want to avoid the catastrophe that is ahead of its occurrence...
Don't be an observer in my mind
More interesting, but I don't know where these thoughts come from
Where are they born from?
Where is their place of birth?
I do not understand and
I also don't understand not understanding that
It's all about you
Love does not always mean living with a lover
Sometimes you have to run away to reach someone
Copyright © Sam Keshavarz Amandi | Year Posted 2023
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