Waiting Room i do not mind – if i have to stand in the queue but all this shuffling there … More

am i a puzzle –
not yet solved
a story,
not yet told

when i look nothing is at seems
they claim loneliness
as a relative
a piece of family they own

without desire –
invade,
and sometimes invade –
in my life

behind the faces
the smiles –
behind the clothes
and,
the personality expressed