Kill The Radio

-fragment 2-
after the last song finished, we changed stations,
still listening to the beating of our hearts counting out our uncertainty;
one silly story after another, with only empty chatter in between

the same song again and again, the same person, left alone in a corner of the room-
counting out one sad moment after another, wearily you measured the passing hours
and how far we still had to travel.
outside the rain fell.
the same monotonous voice,which would not keep quiet.

tomorrow, as always, we will meet again, even before you awake.
we will meet again. life is built from many wounds
and many sorrows, they help you not to choose
when you have no choice, somehow, the eyes always see
what they pretend not to see ; the ears
always hear what they pretend not to hear.

after the first song finished, we turned off the radio and enjoyed the silence.
it was easier than staring at the reality
wide-awake all around us; as we waited
for dishonest hands to stitch the shreds together again.