Why waste time
Why waste
In haste
Without the lingering taste
Of loneliness?
Your tears
Your fears
O the great comedy on stage
The great comedy
That is in love with the cage
A soft kiss on your neck
Shocked ecstasy of social fear
And I did put all in stake
Waiting for another
Just another mistake
And then with bright eyes
Perhaps mischievous
Perhaps not, in bright moistness
You smiled and said
‘Let me think, let me consider
Give me some time more.’
Who says I imprison time?
Who says you don’t have eternity?
Yet, when you said
‘Let me think…’
The drunkard that rolls in laughter
The drunkard with tattered clothes
The drunkard that hurls abuses
Seemed more beautiful
Than nightingale’s song
