Poetry

The new kid in town

and as i could see
like no one could
or would, it was all
a mistake a break,
from what was or might
have been, again it is
the same old thing,
over and over it
changed but stayed
the same.

new... whats new, you ?
yea right! out of the sight
no one can see or wants
to be anything thats
been done like a rerun
time, the right time
what kind where and
when, now and then
changed into the
same thing.... in a different
way.

a day, yesterday
today when ever
can it be seen between?
probably fake another
mistake, think what
you think, no one
will see you cheat
another repeat so
very neat how sweet.

—Antoine Doinel