• Lara Reis

Have you noticed how mundane?

Have you noticed how mundane?

When you sit for too long in a bar

Expecting something to start;

A story or an event

As a wishful gift from a night star.

You’ll end up drink something,

Maybe cold and freeze.

And you’ll stare at it as expecting

A message in those droplets;

Slipping the glass of a dirty whiskey, maybe.

And there is nothing, not a thing!

Only random noise, some talks,

Music too loud, a crying child,

Suddenly you are no longer on stage,

But a spectator of your own play.

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