One stands in his snug
The other steps in the street
One hears the tapping keyboards
The other hears the agitation
and accelerates, his veins swell,
walking, marching, running
so close, so close
people, people
all silent around the one in the snug
who continues tapping
tap-tap-tapping
fierce fingers
in his hands
in his
his?
The other stands in the middle
not in the snug
the middle of the crowd
And shouts:
"We want what we want!"
And it's like the other hears him
a strange expression in his face
in his
his?
fingers tapdancing
taken, taken, demonic
"We have won"
he reads
what he wrote
"We have won"
"Just to be here, it's a victory"
says the other to the crowd
someone asks "What do we want?"
But yes, the word is powerful: a victory
So it's not so wrong
"We have won"
Yes... "we have won"
Slam enter key
and a second later
"how strong a defeated promising battle
hits us at our sleep?
for how long a frustration
retain us sleepwalking?"
there's no coming back
the risk to get a little better
is the risk to get far worse
a scenario where we celebrate
and the other oh so quiet
as the snug where one stands