My mind starts with a question
The drafts are so awful
Maybe I am filled with venture
And, I am punctured
The wind seems so bored
Rain is thirsty
Where can I run?
To rescue this puncture !!!
Wandering inside the forest of veins.
My lips smile a lot
Eyes don’t flatter with them
The struggle to survive the puncture
Seems far from possible today!
People are going insane
Wearing masks like hell
I wanna know what are they?
From inside to their puncture
But,
Still, I have to figure out my puncture.
