Rain drop rings, placed in puddles,
At the perfect place, and the perfect muddle
of time.

Beg the universe, to take charge put things,
In order, while the border of sanity, blurs a
vision of double. Losing it, feeling buried.

A double life, a day job, with no potential,
and spare time, where piranhas tears pieces
of time and me away. No time no need to worry.

Tenderness, is not ready to receive, what
is left, if it be known, if it be shown,
if it be seen, who is the master of the wind,
take flight.

Put up a kite, wait while flies, feel the tension,
and let it go, a kite tail may save a life.