What do you do I wonder?
When the dawn breaks silently alone
Do you get immersed in a different imagery of words
Far away to lands where I wasn’t there
Or do you stand with me listening to the cuckoos and train whistles?
What do you do, I wonder?
When the lonely streets travel with your car
Do the lyrics seduce you with magic
Or does the other sounds more real than the ones of past lure you away
The lost messages which goes without replies?
What happens to them I wonder?
Do they die suffocated with lack of repartee
Or do they live and rejoice in their own ?
How do you live and survive I wonder?

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