Style Disorder | Night or Day

frozen by routine

addicted to background noise

not to hear the screech of guilt

lost despite I found the map

of this senseless maze

where the exit is the entry point

while the time is rolling around

I was just thinking of you

isolating from all that madness

trying to get away from the crowd

in a place where to stay

making love and not caring

if it’s night or day

if it’s night today