If not calling you My little crazy girl Somehow will liberate you From the sense of guilt That our society has built In your sub consciousness. Then so must it be…
That senseless action Isn’t a salvation Neither an option Which will no doubt Bring destruction To the fine relation That has emerged From the scraps of our past…
Not calling each other Will not solve any problem Will not heal any wound Will only deepen our sorrow And stress our loneliness Will destroy the beauty Of this unique relation And will not make us Perfectly sound person…
Not hearing your voice Do I have a choice From the cellular Or an ordinary phone Will set a different tune Into our atomized lives It will mean stopping briefing Falling into deep coma And the abysses Of daily neuroses Embracing a slow death…