A Prostitute's Tale

Days pass off like a movie on fast-forward I have become clairvoyant, my futures are Repetitions of my past, nothing new, nothing to change. There was a time when I knew the language of The flowers and my smiles were untainted. Now like A grown-up I pretend them to be my childhood toys And throw them in the bins. I have learned to create a façade of myself, I have Learned to fake a smile, and frown when judged. Not that I am happy or sad, but it feels better the Way I am. Now, I don’t know the difference between pleasure and pain, love and lust. Just sessions after sessions my body surrenders, pauses and then waits for the next. I fancy myself becoming more efficient than a machine. The one thing I hate mostly is hope, many times plastic men Made promises and showed me colorful dreams, I like an Innocent believed in a change, but I did not anticipate Their true intentions, it was just a change of place and nothing else. So don’t follow me, you’ll only fill the pockets of the racketeers. Sunrises now, are the same as sunsets For I do not belong to the promised dawn But to the unknown dusk of the future.