I could laugh and yet not be happy...
It's all about parallelism...
I could just walk down the road
In search of new,you could think.
And only I would know the story
Of
A lost traveller...
I could sit down and write
All of a gibberish...
And you would call that poetry.
I could just spill some water off a glass
And you would debate it
Half of a fill or emptiness...
I could just speak aloud to me
And you would call me a lunatic...
The side of the asylum you stand in
Defines normalcy.....
It's all about parallelism...
I could just walk down the road
In search of new,you could think.
And only I would know the story
Of
A lost traveller...
I could sit down and write
All of a gibberish...
And you would call that poetry.
I could just spill some water off a glass
And you would debate it
Half of a fill or emptiness...
I could just speak aloud to me
And you would call me a lunatic...
The side of the asylum you stand in
Defines normalcy.....
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