By Danilo Ursini and Shaheen Karolia
Illustrated by Danilo URsiniWritten by Shaheen Karolia
Copyright Danilo URsini & Shaheen Karolia All rights Reserved.
I am a man without space or a place. Views out the window, what comes what goes.
And today is just like every other day. But a night older and colder.
She doesn’t look my way, not yesterday, not today. Love with no heart, a race with no start.
The victories of past years are in arrears. The trophy as a reminder of past glory.
A night of harsh visions, missing in the mission. Darkness no light, stuck like a string on a kite.
A childish dream for the moon, a space balloon. To the air with a care.
A brighter afternoon, yearning for a space soon. From reality to finality.
An idea comes with a cost, or it shall be lost. A loan for my own.
A debt for a jet. A chip for a ship.
A dream dies without an action, or money for a moon transaction. Up it will go, she will see the show.
A call to her before space, no answer, no face. Slow down the pace or its no time to waste.
The curse of life hits, a ship burst into bits. No space, no place.