A Bohemian Night Life

Sitting quietly at a table in a corner bar With his pride tarnished and a heart broken, His mind seems to be gone away very far But he is ready to release his words unspoken... Covered by cigarette smokes in the air, While a piano is being played in the background, He lifts up his face full of tears... Starting to write words without sounds... He asks for a soft drink to the barmaid, And concentrated writing a new poem He realizes that for his wound, there's no band-aid Since his life has taken a new form... Suddenly, a flower girl stops by Asking him to buy some flower He felt like a bird that can no longer fly One with broken wings and no power... That bird was really me, indeed! COPY WRITE©2009