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Exit through the revolving door …

 

Paused

with wispy click

somewhere between an in and exhale

and I reckon you suppose ..

This time ..again.. that you can still

rewind and cope

 

I wish I had your keys of

Undo

delete

Restart

or Reset

 

But I am just a jailbird of the pause

Red suit , a number , a cell

a squeaky door

a tiny window

and a sign of

Exit  …….. well lit

 

But who sees ?

Or believes

What the sign

Suggests…

 

So once more

Predictably like a revolving door ..

The useless limbs and the careless dreams

pile in the dismal corner

Of defeat..

Waiting for a call

– I detest –

to rest ..

 

TarekOfCairo