India

How do you know, what makes you feel, if you live alone, that splintered smiley face, watered by the sea, people see it anyway, don’t have to borrow, to lock without a key, all the stuff that’s gone, why jump a ‘plane, gaze at mountain streams, when you want away, there’s nothing to bestow, from crazy instincts, or need to follow, don’t make a long tirade, live without a bean, just face each coming day, it’s never what it seems.