Minutes are melting on the clock
Dripping down on the fireplace,
Where my heart burns time to time,
Becoming waxy remains
One will need a cizel
To scrape them off
The hardfloor are splattered
With slices from my soles
Since everytime I step
It cuts another one
One can hope, they are just footprints,
Pour your strongest vinegar
In your hotest water
With patience, one could mop it all
All the dents you see,
Are from my right hand elbow
That at times, was propping my palm
That carried heavy thoughts
When my head would lean on it,
One could fill those dents
With fresh dug clay
You might use your fingernails.