I found myself behind your smile
And you confronted me with time
The kind which makes you wait
That I hate
Impossible to be late
For something that never comes.

Veil-eyed anger
Ran through the field
It didn’t stay for long
Just an urge
Hounded me from the past
With ragged troubles
I didn’t pay attention
A white daisy
Under the magnolia tree
Said:
Search for something
New!

I raise a cup of coffee to my lips
And my heart smells so bitter.
Roses in my eyes
White, yellow, pink, red
Lingering around
The whole in my mind,
It was never filled in;
I was born with that weird
Spot on my thoughts
People stand above it
That incurable smudge
They look at it,
But never staying
Just a passing by

You are occupying the back of my head
Sitting on the train
You are there in the window
Talking slowly to my heart
Sometimes you are covered
With trees, falling buildings,
Tall grasses and some lying breeze.
Sometimes I appear,
As a reflection in You,
Multitudes on your eyes,
Cravings from your lips
As a forever of our destiny.

You pushed me into a trance with your cable hair
And our relationship became suddenly static
But in the radio it was still the same
Transparent song playing.

We couldn’t switch the channel,
So I threw our relationship to the middle of the street,
Hoping,
finally someone would take it.

The train is making its own story.
Filling itself with characters,
But never trapping them.
Sometimes they come back,
Some of them leaves forever,
And some of them never reaches the station.

The train is making its own story,
It is linear, never in medias res.
It is on repeat, never stopping.
The story today is you,
Don’t hop off the train.