My Feverish Heart

spotlights at night are flashing through the dark
silverish lights slice the obscurity
of place, of names, of purposes that
slip in the crowds of faces with hats and coats
I’ll call them strangers, as I call
my deep limb tongue
We’re all looking for something,
something so bright until we’re all blinded
I guess that’s how this life goes
Cause sometimes we’re all searching something unseen, in uncertainty
to gamble all the happiness in life

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s