First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 137

THANKFUL - Rozon Rotimi
Eyes wide open, clueless...
The rhythm of a heart beat
Lost in the concept of time
Tick-tock...
Dum-dum...
Hands frozen on the wheel
Legs found grace to move
The coffin of motion yelled...
NOoooo...!
A managed left glide,
Kick-kick, just go down (please)
This is a winter of fear
Dum-....
Half was the beat
The noise was silent...
...Slowwww
A muffled applause of glass
Crack-crack, shatter...
Down
The curtains dropped...
The cast alive, thankful.
Rozon Rotimi
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