Don’t tell anybody, I’m on my way.
Back to my life, my smile
from formal back to informal,
Previous to my mistakes
from cabbage stamp to flying slippers,
Flash of my breakfast
from words like 'bitch' to the words in starter 'idiot',
Memories of my bitter yougert
from naked feets to random fits,
Revising my chapters of unsolicited life
from fantasy of hearts to illusion of behavior,
These evocations and time are like sand
feels like in no time I'm on land..
YAM 