All so gone without any kneading
Always about me and how am feeling
Everyone if not all look at it like a killing
Always so right in mine own mind without an ending
The world matters not if towards me it ain’t attending.
So am lost in me and the world without
It all fades off without a shout
The buzzing cars and noise eases off like an indian flute
Blown by the valley and hence all sound spout
Out into the nethers of the clustered clout
Help me find me if am hence to sprout….
Someone,anyone or everyone,please continue this with PePa.