borrowed zorro-zorro unmasked
For
55 years
The
life line got sucked it bare
Until
the wreckage of the mind
The
washed out of its thinking pool
The
rust on the body
The
lights broken in the eyes
The
images slanted for a better look
The
long blurry images flow
The
hinterland of the body
It
keeps tying its broken wires and cables
The
sound of the running barely roars
It
is just a whimper no energy to go
The
many knocks on the body
It
still thinks it looks pretty
The
mind has been washed out
The
rusty mind the yesterday dreams
The
badge of honour
The
mind forgets to claim it back
It
lies dormant for decades
It
has to wake up before it is too late
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