It happens to the best of us

Sharp-cornered and fragile, with any touch it crumbles

Every addition, though new, is somehow already dusty

I wish I could find peace resting on your lap

I, like you, take anything lateral

And erect it for pleasure

Encircle and shield everything precious

With walls from those who do not deserve even a glimpse

Some walls have pipes in them, rusty

And we do not speak about what is flowing inside

I wish I could find peace flowing inside you

It happens to the best of us

City screams in tune

When streets are alive on a summer day

They all sound pleasant from my window

Sometimes I can even see lights reflecting on glass

Or exploding in air

Stealing the charm of the moonlight for a split second

Cutlery dancing on plates

Someone breathing loud

Old ladies standing proud

From speakers either

Or from a gig at a pub those sounds

Come to me only as a gentle melody

That completes or fixes

What I have been going through since

I realised every single moment in life

Is, after all, indifferent

Everything existing I take for granted

That I take possession of is indifferent

Sound of the summer nights for that matter

Is unable to recognise what I shout back since

I take it as a part of the view

So when it was gone I also realised

How far apart is my head from your peaceful lap

How it is not waiting for me

It happens to the best of us

Who am I to even consider

Having a say on anything that takes place

Consider I am a part of us

Some nights

I even dare contribute to the sound of the city

Yelling out the window

Nothing changes