Concrete Dreams
Concrete Dreams
I sit on the bamboo chair in my room
And try to dream.
Bricks laid upon bricks,
Mortar holding them in place;
Houses on top of houses,
Walls inside walls inside walls;
Cacaphony
of car honks, modified bikes
Screeching on nearby roads.
I shout
But the concrete chew
My voice, my memories
And spit it right back
On my face.
The enchanting kingdom of wires and screens
Lie scattered on my table,
Have I ever been more disconnected?
Alexa, can you hear me?
Ask me something,
I haven't talked for a while.
Or play me a song about love?
Or tell me what you think about life?
I have forgotten the way to my heart.