Bound to lose these strong stories,
I’m a nomad from mainland “worries”.
The course I took was heavy… heavy,
I found places, walls pain with ivy.
When you look too hard,
There’s a terrible mystery.
Frame, frame seen on me.
Game, Game, life can be.
I’m a nomad from someone else’s story.
From your tears, I found my name,
Game, Game, What a shame.
Unknown stories not heard from my side,
No, no, I’m drowned just to hide.
Heat, heat, water drained
You took me hard to release.
In my sea of waterless brain, you see.
A story that made of something,
A universal see of nothing.
Writer: M.E. Flores