Kitsch

A soft hum

"Grey" in hue

If painted

"Grey" in tint

Forever

A brisk flutter

As if I walk in a hurry

To catch the train;

Train to life

On a journey; Neverending

An unconscious smudge;

I can see, the brittle edges

They slash my forefingers

All the time; Every time

I try coming to the verge

An empty time-piece

With no one to turn it

Around; Upside down

And let the time

Traverse again

I transcend; I pretend

I try to be mute; I gaze

As he walks obscurely

In a jiffy

Past me

Who?

The jarring me

The glistening me

The other me

The mere me

The kitschy

Me!