but being so stuck in the addiction to erotic-pleasure,
we’re all gone insane
sanity has walked on by feet
& poor innocence blown to ‘nutter coast-lane.
like an ash of cigarette,
we ditched life in the mist of wisp
whatever we have or had in hands
is blown away somewhere beyond the ridge
yes, we flushed out our true self;
have lost our respect in own eyes
nothin’ seemed to left behind anymore
except dark ashes, worldwide
life’s really no game
but we play it like the same
now the innocence’s gone into ashes
& we embrace the wisp of grey.
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