In the middle of conversations,
Did you ever feel
Being a stranger in yourself
Drowning in your own words?
Or
Did you ever feel that moment
Where you linger with those words
That you never spoke?
In those paths that you pave for yourself,
roaming, soaking,
counting your own footsteps,
chewing those old words
did you ever feel
like an unmoved rock, for a moment
b e t w e e n
conversations.
In this commercialized world,
Where humanity is nothing but the
feedstock in factory,
In those strategies of Capitalism
to convert an emotion to a mathematical equation
Did you ever think where you and your words are going?
Or
You see everything
And still pretend
like you had never seen?
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Translation~Ro Hith
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