Heads entrapped by beats of the past
tangled by the ropes of our freedom
Hoping, in vain
that their static
delivers them some wisdom
beyond their measured years
Squeezing glasses of time
which can only leak
Drowning days
with the cryptic messages
of somebody else's expression
Listening to questions
in search of answers
whilst the future turns to memories
and we are left
with nothing of our youth.
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