Momentum

sit on a chair
smile
give them a head shake
look into their eyes
see how empty they are
- a mirror to your soul

a loud laugh
a narrow view
ticking inexisting clocks and
flooing with dried rivers
ain't no sense in the struggle
ain't no sense in wanting

screens are windows to under over worlds
words are flies flying
around lightbulbs
which shall be off
when stares are out