I spent a day counting the tiles
on the roof and floor.
On the windows and doors
I kept counting as I walked miles.

On each slab of concrete.
In the lines of the faces of people I meet.
On turtle shells.
and the sides of wells

I count tiles on doors
and the door itself too
I separate them by colors
like green and blue.

Why do I count tiles you ask?
It could be said
that its a sign of a problem in my head.
To me, its something simple to help the time pass.