November 10, 2007
Pass by the ongoing light of movement and sounds
He yells
A splash of clear liquid hits the clean surface
He yells
Shrugging commands that are meant to be followed
He yells
Hiding in my refuge of a room to avoid those strangers
He calls
Serving as a slave to the almighty of our days
He agrees
Cleaning when seeing such a miniscule fragment hit the shrine
He nods
Missing a spot
He yells
He yells
He yells
Everything I do wrong
He yells
Everything I do right
He ignores
Everything I am
He is not
Everything I want
He cannot provide
Is not his house in his eyes.

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