a week so before, life
was lived as a cinematic dream
it was daYs of joy
walking along
without a touch
stepping up
and down
in a building
with flooRs
and glasses
which makes
One witneSs
the parts of
a busY city
Running its
mad life
and then

the Other day
again walking
all around
in Squares
and with lovelY
whispeRs and
making steps
nOt to Sound
too loud
like a dream
coming true
was it all to be

those daYs weRe best
wOuld never be loSt

Yet
it all neveR lasted
lOng aS alwaYs
for woRds
there are,
are plenty
and sOme mean
to hurt
and create
woundS and scars
which lasts long
reallY long
until that of
a life time

thus something
puRe vanished

the very dream
again began
itself
tO be once again
a dream

the fault waS
nothing
but that of

mine