Alive only in the present
Forgetting the bitter past,
Passing the crowded street
Some one you slept with last night
Without even a trace of a smile,
Downing all your sorrows
In bottles of liquid bitterness,
Burning away your impotent rage
Into rings of smoke,
Requires special talents –
Every one you meet is a stranger
Even your father and mother.
History is just a cooked up story
For you never existed yesterday
Your life today isn’t worth a penny
You shall never see the tomorrows
For, you are still sleepwalking
In the land of the dead.


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