Convalesce Convene

Puzzle Pieces

The monorail

Left in 1,000 broken parts

On my floor,

Next to a wheel.

You see what happens

Is I was called

An American.

I felt hurt

For every girl

Back home in Tallinn,

Locked out.

The wires hanging

Out, and the pictures

On the floor,

All black.

We sit here,

The beginning

And the start

Might as well be, the same.

And extortionate prices

Could be the ultimate

Price,

We do pay.

Things falling apart