Sitting alone,
Have a vape smoke around.
Listen to music,
Hearing a broken stories.
Its sad,
Then it was fun,
People talking around,
And the stories spread like a sperm.
Talking about how cruel,
Stay inside because didn’t have a choice.
There was a evil who ready to eat everyone,
One mistake look hundred.
One good things is nothing.
It was broken,
It was cruel,
People talking around,
Have a same curse.
They didn’t hear it,
But they know it but ignore it.
Because they have everything,
But didn’t know how karma work.
Sitting alone,
Write a poet.
Hearing a music,
But mind running wild.
Not me, not they.
It’s them.
And the karma will show.
Maybe not today,
Maybe not now.
But it would…
in…. FUTURE !
