The life, of, an ordinary man like you or me, translated…
An Umbrella, Floated in Mid-Air, a Pair of Shoes
Duplicating Yesterday’s Passageway
With the Leftover Secrets, Kept Shut in by the Earphones
here he is, it’s, hard to see him though…
The Love Songs Played on, Keeping My Temperatures Constant
Pulling Tightly on the Rings, Courteously, Dodged One Another’s Gazes
Underground in This Big City, Seeing the Blurred Reflections of a Few Unknown Faces
Darkened, Flattened, Paled by Comparison to the
Life-Like Expressions We’d Bought with the Virtual Coins on the Communication Apps
There’s This Thin-Layer of Symbolism Behind These Emoticons:
Children, Pregnant Ladies, Elderly, and
Those Who are Immobilized, in These Simple Diagrams
Became, the Same Souls Sitting
An Invisible Man Like Me
Sitting in that Second-Rate Theatre, I Knew, that Every Seat
Is Already, Taken by the Lights and the Sounds, After the Movie Was Over
There are, the Tracks of the Tears that Remained, in the Vacantness
The Dreams Leaked Out of the Faucets Like Water
The Dirty Dishes Already, Washed Themselves
Day after Day, This Silent Film Played on
We’d Recited Our Separate Lines to Ourselves Silently: Making a Living
On Staying Up All Night, Every Lost Rain Drop Became
An Eye that’s Lost Its Temperature, for a Fuller Tomorrow
Refused to Put that Dent on the Pillows
To Not Show Oneself in its Original Form
Heavy, But Transparent, in the Constantly Replaying Dreams
Connecting to an Opposite Passageway Half in a Daze—I Need to Get Away
I Want to, Join in with the Millions and Billions of Ghosts, of Spirits
Flying, Past that Multi-Colored, Multi-Formed Cycle of Life
So, this, is what the life cycle looks like, what we amount to, at the end of our workdays, is nothing more than a beat and tired out form of human beings…