Comic Life

The memories long past.

The entertainment starts –

Red curtains open shadows of the scene.

I smell the amassed dust

Which crowd on wooden stage.

My mind is going off into the Blue.

And something’s gonna changing ‘cause everything is passing.

So write your death album and sing a song of life.

While everything is passing something’s gonna moving

So try hold on and too much never cry.

The actors bend their knees

Between the ancient wings,

The lights, red chairs and purple silk.

The sounds of drums and flutes

Woke their rotten roots

That wove the net of destinies.

Does anyone can listen? Anyone is running

Passing by the fears and live the comic life.

But everyone is singing. Everyone is dancing

Going through the dreams forgetting acting lies.

2023, 10.10