So you are a loser
you cry, you die
you rot amidst fly

You make attempts
of chaining time
and in your breath
melancholy hymn

But sometimes you smile
counterfeited mirth
inhumed in your eyes
somethings earthed

And then you roam endlessly
spiralling in the silence
of a cast away heart

You were never difficult
But now you intertwine words
with riddles and scrabbles

Honestly, I don't enjoy the game
perhaps, neither do you
But why this distance
Do you have a clue?

The record repeats itself
grooving timelessly
you script another odyssey
I only watch listlessly