en plein air

I catch the drift of the afternoon hum:
of kids playing on the streets,
a mother setting dried leaves on fire
to ward off the little vampires (the mosquitoes),
the occasional motorbikes passing…

I listened closer as far as my eyes can observe;
trees are slowly silhouetted against pale gray sky
Somewhere, cicadas sing their prelude to the night
and house lights one by one illuminate the town.

Embracing the afternoon fading into night,
I wonder if this is how seeds feel underground
(vulnerable and detached from the sun’s light)
the thought is suffocating, so are growth pains.
The kids’ laughter, the fire burning on, and bikes
awaken me to the here, the now, outside…


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No Exit

verse 1:
today i woke up
with a thought of you
how’ve you been?
what you’re going through?
where are you going?

verse 2:
i drank a coffee
as i always do
my head’s full
of me and you and
what we could have been

Chorus 1:
You are running in my head
round and round
like the horses on a carousel
And i am hanging on that bend
where you left,
i could not get off
get off my head

verse 3:
my friends they ask me
if i’m doing well
i just nod
have to play pretend
still it hurts like hell

verse 4:
i know you’re fine there
you don’t have to tell
i wanna say
i moved on as well
but who’m I kidding?

‘coz

Chorus 2:
You’re still running in my head
round and round
like the horses on a carousel
And i’m still hanging on that bend
where you left,
i could not get off
get off my head

(Repeat Chorus 1)

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P. S. Title inspired by Jean Paul Sartre’s one act play, No Exit.