Rust

I walked into this bar with no intentions

Betting on some unexpected expectations

I felt in my place, not out of line

Greeting every kind of people, no masterplan

Then I stood by the dancefloor, I waited for the encore

But nothing came onto me, there must have been some kind of trickery

So I walked to the crowd, fishing for some kind of glance from a beauty

But I realised I wasn’t part of anything envious nor fancy

Someone called me Mister, like I’m so out of place

Then we played this teaser: could you look at my face?

She just had to guess my age and then I did the same

The number wasn’t deceiving for me

But it seemed to be for this young lady

When I look in the mirror, my flaws are quite minor

But then I stare at my face, there is whiteness in place

We feel there’s no tomorrow, we cast for no sorrow

But it seems I’m so average, I appear above my age

They say “time flies like a ever-lasting speeding train”

I thought they got bored and lost words to explain

But now my narrative is common,

I really thought I was so stubborn

I’m like an ant who thought the world was just to get to the next turn

Hilarious as it’d be

I feel like I’m set free

These thoughts are floating down

Above my rusty ground