Sunday, 23/10/2005
Take a moment, in between
chaotic dreams and full speed life
before I finally go to sleep, to grab a pen and write.
"It felt like my life stopped although it was in acceleration,
I lost the string that I was following with concentration."
The quiet moments are the best to examine what it's been like
collecting my thoughts and doing things no one else really likes.
Simple pleasures I appreciate that make me sophisticated
in my own way.
Dreaming dreams and thinking thoughts that are never really clear
Hoping that a concretisation eventually will draw near.
Oh, in my desires I am lost and with no aim,
if not the one to plod on in faith to eventually claim
a finite work for myself.
In the meantime, just write along,
maybe a poem, maybe a song,
with a mug of hot chocolate that says on it "star",
and swirling smoke rising from my cigar.
