I Left The City

I left the city long ago 

fleeing from my demons 

surprisingly, 

my demons welcomed me 

in a far and alien land 

where conversations are difficult 

I am forced to be a loner 

Have conversations with myself 

they are not that great 

but I yearn for my city 

where a couple of people know my name

and my language 

Taken For Granted

what would happen 

if you were not the chosen?

may be they like the way 

you are ever present, 

like air, 

- for instance, how much do you 

think of air? 

abundant, present, cheap

and you are sort of entitled to it?

may be you haven't made yourself 

rare, scarce 

that's you are taken for granted