Not the first time…

It is not the first time 

I’ve felt that smell before

Passing by my block

A long time ago

before I was able 

I was able to talk


I see you standing there

letting them adore you

alluring the ones 

who doesn’t care 

to explore your secrets

in the same street 

in the same alley 

asking if this time 

Would it be different ?


I’ve see you standing there

Have you noticed you ?

For how long have you been there

On that same gas station 

waiting for the royal ride ?


It’s not easy to stand

when the snow makes slippery floor

waiting for the sun

waiting for the sun.

to wash the dreams 

no one sees 

repeating everyday

this one will be 

this one will be

the day dreams came thru

dreams no one is chasing for


It’s not easy to stay

having nothing to believe 

when the street is the only road

where you feel at ease

to fall

to winter 

to spring

to hold on.


Can you see yourself ?

still waiting for that minute

when you are a part of me

when the moonlight

casts dreams to life


But, where are you ?

waiting in the same street

for the snow to melt 

for the snow to 

for the snow to 

for the dreams came to 

true thru too through

Dreams nobody is chasing for.

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