Schizophrenic

there's a bridge that needs to be crossed
there's a path waiting to be explored
waiting still for godot

there's a handwriting that shows a wrecked mind

and there I am-
walking down the street
walking like a stranger
trotting out of danger,
with fancied footsteps and whisperings
behind my back.

green trees-
green like hills,
and the scarlet touch across the sky
invite me to go and fly
like a stringless kite

there is some beauty sometimes around me.

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15/09/2003