Between The Lines

Federal rooms, quiet papers,
The sound of shoes becoming memory.
She said the border is closed,
But the dream keeps breathing.

Stuck between systems,
Names fade like dust on glass.
Voices loop in translation,
Questions hide behind polite smiles.

A thousand shoes on the floor,
Every pair a lost direction.
I tried to find her number,
But the signal was déjà vu.

The paper never passed,
But i still crossed inside.
Stamped by a memory,
Signed by the unknown.

The paper never passed,
But i still arrived.
Between the locks and echoes,
I became the file.

The man with the golden laces,
Sells silence like perfume.
He said, "walk slow through the mirror,"
But my steps forgot their sound.

Every door breathes like a secret,
Every shadow tells the same lie.
She waits somewhere between lines,
Not real - just recognized.

The paper never passed,
But i still crossed inside.
The dream was denied,
But the system let me in.