The day I became irrelavant

Walking down the street,

In my city,

Where life,

Was colorful,

And exciting,

5 to 10 years of being away,

I come back,

Looking for that happiness,

That never so sad moments,

Just to realized,

Everyone killed the clown,

Then they blamed it on their own watches,

And the new things,

No body could revive,

Those missing moments that would have lasted,

Gone by the gun,

Bullet hidden under the sun,

What is left is the city?

Blames it on none.

~Rajah Dah Bass.


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