When life comes to a point of light
trapped between the folds of dreams,
something needs to be done
in order for me to let go
and keep moving on.

When the light filters through the branches,
through my window shades
and through my sleepy eyes,
it hums me a tune of lost planets
and their eleven moons
playing amongst the rings.

The sweet nectar melody calls
and I start to walk.

I walk away slow into the languid ooze
humming and stepping the song
I will never remember
even if I choose to.

I walk slow,
as if I come from so far away
I never expect to arrive.
And that’s just perfect.

The sky and the street
and the breath of the trees
gently caress and remove the stress
in void waves of undulating bliss.

To free my mind and body
of the barbed spikes
that rob the eternity trapped in each moment,
I got to keep walking,
because if I stop
thoughts of the past
and worries of the future
collapse my ability to see, to hear, to feel
and to breathe.

I walk slow.
I got nowhere to go.
I got a moment stretched to infinity.

And that’s just perfect.