You can hear me after all.
Prisoners of the same years.
Time is indeed
With a very small door
I’ve should’ve known.
This is what you’re recklessly staring at.
Are you waiting for?
Your hiding place’s still in place,
I ain’t looking
For exchanging roles.
I feel your breathe at the edge of the corner.
You’re still somewhere -sensed for sure.
And I’m here too.
And I’m tired too.
But I’m prepared to get caught.