Untitled Time
The painting sits lonely and dusty
There its not even worthy to hang.
We have not decided anything
What’s with this word busy?
Take the time to wipe it off and
Set it up and stare into it properly
You go on with your petrified life
You being the weight falling
Smile for your dollars and wave
Don’t forget to hide your shame
Shoot up heroin and loose friends
Gain grey hairs and write about them
Ill be the feather floating
No one will be beside the near you
Nothing will exist through you
You be dinosaur
You be legend
You be lord
Ill be the painting