Tuesday, January 17, 2012

When I was in school

I would sit by a yellow lamp
And read all night long
Maybe just stop a while
Look at the non-existent stars
And pretend to cry a bit
Read a bit more
Glance at people sleeping in my dorm
(When I was in school
And everything was encrypted in codes)
Wonder for a while what they were dreaming of
Whether it was nightmares
Or dreams of Paris
Or just home
When home was some exotic place
And wonder about people I have never met
If I met would I fall in love with them?
Or would they, that moment
Be thinking about people they have never met too?

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