the days enter the abyss
of everyday passing by
and they stack upon each other
one after another
it’s so boring
but so appealing in it’s own way
that when you stop to look
through the rearview mirror
you get stuck and crash an old lady
waiting for the green light
then she dies
of course
I was so busy
you know?
waiting for the right moment
to dive in
and grab that fish
out of the water
that when I took a breath
I cried, alone
as usual
and the fish swam away
then it died
of course
so now I enjoy
revisiting the compilation
of all the moments I wasn't really
there
questioning my own reflection
where will I be just now?