drubken haze

I know you have a pair of flying shoes
You let your desires wear them often
Depriving your torn feet
Some times…

I know sun is hiding
Rain has extinguished its fire
I tramp on the damp sun
Trying to rekindle its pyre
My feet are numb
May be I could borrow you shoes
They would compliment my attire

I just realized
You stole my lighter from the car
To light the world with more desire