An escapade

Of broken roads and bending ways,

I am looking for my escapade,

of unending conversations and unseen sunrays,

I am still looking for that escapade.

I am quiet and waiting for a start,

this last endings escapade,

and slow is the rhythm of the new life,

I walk on to that one wishful escapade.

I am listening to those hundred noises,

and looking for my silence’ escapade,

and violent is the thought of today,

while I look for that one escapade.

Wishing I could walk just one more time,

floating through that escapade,

and noises of my dreams so lost,

the tunnel to my escapade.

And yet I move on,

without my escapade.