A walker sitting down for a rest,
dressed in yesterdays clothes,
thought and reminisced
about yesterdays abodes.

Lest it be that he is waiting
for winter to be over.
Looking ahead he spots
a road, he's never walked before.

Something drove her to mark her I's
with dots shaped as planets, so natural
and round.

The waiter sits as his walking side hits him with another thought.
One of tomorrow, one of risk, not safe and sound.

The sitter walks in time whenever he has to go, he goes.
He's patient for the best or nothing.

I've been folding rough
and unwilling paper,
trying to make it beautiful,
a figurine for above my fireplace,
one for all to be seen.

I've been colouring its skin
turning it into a trophy
I would want to win.
And put on my cupboard
next to glasses I've assembled.

But water made my trophy fall apart
and fire burnt it straight through the heart.

I want to read your mind
at all time, everywhere.
When you're doing your hair
I want to know, what you find
the message of this day.
And if I may I would add my thoughts,
let our thinkings sink in one.
Sea and sand, hand in hand,
eachothers guides, common
travelling lights.

But I can only guess and I
don't know how to make something like that
emerge.

A picture isn't worth a thing
when you're searching for someone
to defeat you. Never a thousand
words, never more than silence
in the streets.

Absorbed sounds, almost stolen,
when you find the one you need.
And you promised it would be
the last time. The last analysis.

In eyes we trust but shouldn't.
Girls I thought that wouldn't
ever do such things in front of me.
The bell has rung, all in favour but one
must pay. If I don't remember you,
not even by the stripes printed on
your outfit. If my own camouflage
will hurt my image. Flowers will
grow on the grave of how we're ought to
behave.

Broken glass, everywhere,
stepping with shoeless feet
crawling through to meet
the girl across and over there
the place where clean and neat
statues stand and dream.

Behold this world like no other,
enjoy the fruits and thank its mother.

I tell myself to care less
about losing to someone else
and start winning for myself.
The biggest treasure a man can find
is sudden knowledge of his own relief
and elation, happiness, money or relation
or the broken being benching by brothers before baffled
station.