Lost my ball
went to get it back
boys chained to the floor
the game was dead

Along came a duke
and took me home
Lost my marbles there
and rolled all alone

Now I sit in a square
but no TV there
I walk to the window
to look at the world

and saw madness walking by

Phrases hang in the sky
words grow on a tree
ideas float on water
it's all ordinary to me

Grass is the parchment
on which I write stories
my thoughts a jar of ink
I use to describe the glories

The world is my sketchbook
full of imaginary tales
which I still have to write
unhidden by any veils

The pen is my greatest love
which I play by hand
my stories, I bind them together
in the boundless poets land

You gave the words
I used my ink.

I wrote the lines
that made you think.

You became speechles
I waited for reply.

You ended the story
but there was no goodbye.

Please, bring me relief
I don't want to see the dark.
Illumination.

Your love,
has many dreams
in which I am not included
dancing anxiously
on still water
afraid that I will disturb it.

My love,
bright and sincere
clear as an open book
you don't want to read it
but left it
in a dusty corner.

Our love.
speaks several languages
but not one you understand
how for God's sake
do I make clear
that I love you very much.

In a vacuum
you were trapped

I jumped a hole
in the air

In infinite space
we fled together.

Sometimes, I see them walking
here in the square,
chained to their digital world
scared to be in real life I guess.
Or they just don't care

Years ago, it was different,
a ball rolled here every day.
There was that rotten boy
who always won my marbles,
times just rolled away

But at least I had
something precious to lose
and did not sit all day
staring at a small screen.
We also had less to choose.

I only went back home
for half an hour just to see
The mysteries of ******-doo
or those **** Duke boys
that were on black and white TV.

Yes, this square used to be fun
liveliness, cohesion and
laughter wide spread.
nowadays it seems more like
an episode of the Walking dead.