The road … it winds snakelike
The wish to shed the spying headlights
The plot needs a solid twist now

I say that you burn
And you burn …

The cause-and-effect rule
Is it the relentless code of fiction
That made her steer off the clear track?
Blurred out of view and faded …

It never stops haunting –
You’re here
And the next thing I know
You’re gone,
Just as I wrote it.
These words –
They have bodies and faces
They live.

Fact or print – you are bound with me,
Now and then you’re entwined in me

Be it fate or plot – you are tied with me,
Here and there you’re confined in me

It never stops haunting –
You’re here
And the next thing I know
You’re gone,
Just as I wrote it
These words –
They have bodies and faces
They die