Fact
Good & bad
True &false
Weak & strong
They say
Heaven & hell
Drunk
of joy & despair
Wait a minute
I say
Before I mumbled in whisper
To myself
Cheers!
Then,
They mute or,
Me deaf
Or
the unfilled glass
Or
The barren salute
We all dove into present
The future was moot
Like the stollen spokes
Of Joe’s locked bicycle
Somewhere
Inside the outskirts
Of the Galaxy
Of dirt