Your words are oneWith the audience.
While I stumble to
The teleprompter.
Itâs been awhile for them to recognize
My mute voice.
Listen to the only ones,
Who turn their heads to my eyesight.
One on one.
Paved with them,
My plans to rule,
Have all gone down.
To papers wrote,
On scattered notes.
Itâs unconventional.
Listen to the words we wrote,
On scattered walls.
It's unromantical.
