anticlockwise

Increasing my sugar intake
Inhaling and sniffing
The first linger of cigar
Trying to struggle with what
Took place yesterday.

Convincing myself that it aint true
Going anticlockwise.

Everyone around
Is so fucking happy
I see the world going on
But pausing inside me
Even stopping
Inside me

Holding the arm clocks
Pulling them back
But their rusty squeaks
Announce their rebellion
Their refuse to go back
Not even one second.

30/11/09 monday