I am lost, so what

can I say? Nothing other --


than that I don't mind.

Night sky, trees above

silent watering places --


on the motorway.

We're walking along,

I see what you see, and I --


point out what I see.

Inexperienced travellers get lost
so soon in unknown regions
They are tempted
by alleys and signals
and go down the stairs

to the inside
ignorant where they are, somewhere
for real or just romping around a little
in their heads, turned crazy
crazier craziest by their senses

which surround them with walls
that they want to touch
to know if they are hard
or that they can float
right through them at a gallop

They are looking for a hand, a body
They want to talk, fight if necessary
with someone who will grab their axis
to stop the monologue
that shrills into their ears

A brief break on the road
too tired for a nap
or to really eat here, something
that they don't even have

It's no use
to take my coat off
I just keep that one
glove on as well

I wish I was at home, in bed
not those bright lights, not that
endless dark night
still to go

We're walking along,

I see what you see, and I --


point out what I see.

I am on my way,

with views, that's what it's about –


goals are 'side' issues.

I am on my way,

ignorant where to, that's how –


I get the farthest.

Climbing a mountain

while thinking about the top –


you're nowhere at all.

Climbing a mountain

you're proudly proving your worth –


But what would it be?