Forget

A man was sitting in a room

With papers scattered on the floor

Hours passed by, yet the papers remained untouched

The clock ticked louder and he was suffocating

Walls were ready to fall right on his head

‘Time out!’ he yelled

It’s time for him to unwind

He decided to go for a walk

This walk was intended to be a short one

Yet he made a detour in every intersection

Not satisfied with every corner of the city

He hailed a cab, went to the suburb

Hitch-hiked up to the nearest city

Another suburb, another city, another suburb, another city

The walk was supposed to be a short one

Yet it goes for days, weeks, months and years

Scattered papers are forgotten

So is his room, his apartment—together with

His woman and his little child

They are forgotten

—DNP