Undoing my bra in despair
Suffocating for fresh air
I look east, I look west
But there’s no room in this crowd

Circles, all winding around in circles
Of greed
While I tread on the ground waiting
For Elpis in spare time

Time that ferocious foe
The fugitive that’s only found
Before we know where we belong
In traces on our faces

Each thought is a groove
Each word is a spade
Each sentence is a grave
And each grave embraces traces of silence

A silence in which I don’t belong
On a time to which I don’t belong
It’s foolish to anticipate
A piece of mind