It returns to its comfort, it golden

It a misty dusk, browny yellow

Sagged overhead ropes above my head

Barren street lamps with dead wombs

Tall rails and mask with drums

I was told it aids communication

Hear me am communicating


Evening classes over, with the long week

Bell suspended, with a smile so weak


Blaring soft music to cool the day

It a hectic week with long schedules

My part, the week was wasted...


Catch up at "daddy kitchen and bar"

Wait! Chicken republic's over there

Let drown the stress, swim in enjoyment


If only there was light,

You would see the beauty of the city

They caused, light ceased

And in hopelessness we hope


It a Friday...

Call it a flashback Friday.