crumpled pieces of paper
torn bits of life
turn stranger to those eyes
riddled by scissorhands of fate
blind conscience accepts defeat
at the hands of distraught.....
no more of that word
to kiss the air in these lips
destinations tried to change
but the captivity of these prison ships....
who could ever escape?
who cares if it is
marijuana or cocaine
once the snort finds its way
in the rhythm of these veins
...just life never changed its view
by peeping through coloured lens...