Gregor Samsa - Ain Leuh

Dirt roads, old cars, burnt oil, lovely hearts.
All I breathe in, bleeds out, falls apart.
Table cleared, dinner served - a modest start.
Held back tears never felt pulled this hard.
Dark skin, light hearts, unadorned, simple lives.
I try to measure all my thoughts, all at once.
And then things seem clear.
We've been lost from the start.