• madnessextraordinaire 10w

    in the city
    the yellow flowers blooming in the bushes
    are hidden behind the filth of neon lights
    You rarely see or pay attention
    to the decay of the leaves
    green, red, yellow
    and dead
    You forget the stars and only see the weeds pushing through the cracks in the asphalt
    when you bend down
    to tie your shoelaces
    in the city it is better to be blind, deaf and sometimes mute
    because the circus is always in town
    and you have no idea
    who is the ringmaster who owns
    all these monkeys.