Surrender
In thoughts of vacuum
A whisper brushes me
I open my eyes
I wake up from a dream
A chill shrugs in from the window
My nerves are breezed
The sunlight is somewhere there
Maybe beneath the clouds
Too lazy to get off the white blanket
The fog makes my vision clear
I see myself in the window
My eyes are not the same
They are miffed with me
My hair grayed out
With dyes of time
My face wrinkled
With moist hardships
I think of myself
The cup of tea distracts me
A call from the office,
I wear my wagon
List of new tasks
A gift for my son
Blanket for my father
Expectations for my wife
Identity abandons me
I walk out to the world
My hands all empty
I surrender myself…
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