I
hear the same song playing next door
The
little aspiring singer on second voice
As
always two candid cats lying on the floor
Hesitant
in their meal as if they have a choice
Short
hand points at seven while long hand at twelve
Same
position as yesterday when I glimpse at him
Planned
works screaming to be out in their shelves
Tell
me my friend will to be as it seems?
Turning
on the radio Ms, DJ was babbling
Reminds
believers on this cursed day
Satan,
will laugh on souls that are dreading
Counting
doubtful souls left on yesterday’s debris
Fire
celebrates this very adored this of him
Commemorate
the merging of 13 and Friday
Now
I am like an expert monologue actress
Who
responds to her own words of say,
“My
friend, today will never be as it seems
Though,
you hear the same song playing on your next door
And
scenes keep on repeating even in your dreams
Surprises
will come on its own way and will pour.”
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