Those are not us
Left - right
Sweet glamour downfallen in sigh
Hidden dreams in locked drawers
Silent witnesses , cold spirits
Assembled in the conclave of unspoken words
The hopes are flowing among wood fingers
Like sand particles
Into an uncryed tears clepsydra
Those are not us
Black and white on chess table
Where the bishop fastened
Into a stupid bow
In front of the queen stuck between fears
Day and night not finding nightfall ,
Not searching Sun rise
Not us...