How Shall I Make You Feel?

And the winds are tender,
so the tree.
And the waves are silent,
so the sea.
Modern loneliness,
catches the apathy,
Apathy catches thee.

How shall I make you feel?

Are my eyes soaked
or it’s the windshield?
Time flies,
With some lies,
Lies, like I’m healed.

This rain, brown car & pain,
Pain is not calling thy name,
Pain is it will never be the same,
Pain is the fickle game.

How shall I make you feel?

And the rhythm is lost
so are you,
Not a man of regrets,
tho surely had few.
This ain’t any business,
So can’t propose a clever deal.
It’s solely lifeless,
Yet how shall I make you feel?

– 13/08/2020