In that room,
i call a house
hanged on my red light
I wish i could quit smoking again..
a rusty voice surrounding my body..
are cracking their heads
left and right
left and right on the walls
No i m not depressed
i m lost here as i found myself..
maybe when you are really
on the shore just before the diving in..
you feel lost..
i still enjoy this eternal beauty
with people and what we call nature
maybe i just have to sharpen my pencil
and not matter the snakes
because i still remember
that flying move..