Staying home all night.
It's fright-
               ning
                      [to think
that i'm just myself

my shelf
is not so hard,
so, my soul
                 escapes,
it fades
away
from me.

It goes to places
that I don't even
                         [know
that exists.
it goes to space,
             to mars,
             to skies,
                          [far away,
             to Narnia.

And, then
the karma:
it comes back to me;
and, what I see (I saw),
it doesn't comes to my
                      [memory.
it's a shame.
but, at least
(and I don't know if
                                 [this is
good
or bad -
              happy,
              or sad)
I  have
      all of this places
to visit - again -
,but, this time
        I hope
      that they]
come to my mind.