Like a machine I draw circles
On my ceiling
Pretending each one is a sun
Suns of different ages and sizes
Suns that help to show me the light
They are my way of letting the light in
Because all there is behind my
Curtains is a walk
A blank empty
Teasing wall
That speaks of my desires
To break out from the dark
The dark best described
By trying to climb up a steep
Mountain of loose sand
Every step you fall further
Down till you've hit the quick sand
That drown the hopeful hikers
Drowning out their sound full dreams
And kills their fighting chance
Have you ever looked for the sun
In drawn circles on your ceiling?