viernes, 3 de septiembre de 2010

At the theatre

I'm not the only one
who is alone.
But,
am I the only one here
who feels this lonely?

Theatre is half empty,
my mind is half broken.
My heart's allright,
I've found the glue I needed
and I'm not letting go.

Every face around me
looks like a question mark
and nobody seems to have any answer,
nobody seems to know
if there is an answer at all.
Nobody seems to care,
no one knows.

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