2. Realisation of latitude

It hit me the very next hour
After taking a shower
After looking after the after-hour cat
Yes, it was me, yes, I wasn’t free,
Free of the seconds, the moments,
The hours that were resting
On my shoulders

And I was left with the feeling
Of being million of miles away

I did my household chores,
Put my dirty laundry away,
Put it into the put-away not to break
Yes, I was ruthless, yes, I wasn’t thinking
Thinking of the seconds, the moments,
The hours that were wasted
By my own hands

And I was still feeling guilty
Losing mind over phone-calls

Soft, swift sounds of voices
From another time from the time
When from was only another word
Yes, I was being watched, yes, I wasn’t sure
Whether all the seconds, the moments,
The hours which were wasted and gone
Could someday crawl back

Into my life that was
Suddenly worth living