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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

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Mr.Busy

Hey Mr.Busy, how are you today?
Like a little white rabbit
Click clock flick flock
You’re chasing time in all of your ways.
Busy, busy, everyday.

Plans are swirling in your left hemisphere
No room for fears, no time for tears
Today will be soon of a yesteryear
Quick, quick, time is drawing near.

Mr.Busy, are you doing well?
Take care_ please keep a good health
Lift dumbbells, burn your excessive fat cells
Have a massage, pamper yourself
And don’t forget to use the pool of your hotel.

Another year is awaiting at your door
You’ll need much energy to score and to soar
I know that you’ll soon have what you’re looking for
And that I cannot bring you more
But I’ll try to make you happy when I’m still yours.

Before I catch my flight and you’re coming home.

Love.

TRAIN.

You’d been stuck too long in your tiny world

surrounded by familiar faces and voices.

“I’m not an adventurer”, once you said.

“Never did I dare to take chances,

to break the line and move ahead.”

Then came I like a train crossing your life

My wilderness lifted you up high to another world

of everything you had been so unsure.

Joyfully you and I marched to the line.

Carelessly, a coming storm didn’t cross our minds,

not until it destroyed our lives.

A familiar hand from the deadly storm pulled you back down

to the entirety of the same old town.

I stood there outside the line helplessly seeing you getting drown.

Again, you became the same little boy sitting on a straw rooftop

hiding a secret promise with the train he once missed.

“One day, I will build my own station and have my own train

to break the line and to find you in another July rain”.

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