Some people wander around
while other wander by mistake
I just hope, for myself
to overtake

Flows and thoughts,
lines and words,
having on mind
meanings and deeds

If there is something,
somebody,
so exposed indeed?
Wrapped in a cellophane,
like a sweet need

I’ll try than
not to overtake,
but to wait -
reordering scope,
compassing
my deeds