I love the empty road
it’s made for me
I believe

We all speak
to
each other
in different
languages

We hear the into-
nations
not the intentions

like with
our
internal
conversations

Some buildings are so boring
but still inviting
to indulge in
a look inside

I love a wall
that tells me
what time it is

I fell out of a nightmare
fell asleep
and dreamt
of autumn
and trees

The strange thing is
that when I turn my thought
it makes sense

I’m so often hanging
with my back towards
where I have to go

waiting to get lifted
in place

of where I love to hang

I went to the store last week
to buy my yearly
personal upgrades
but it was closed
and looking at it
it seems for a long time

Is my bandage protecting me
my wounds
or the outside world
from the reality
of my injuries

In half a shadow
I sometimes wander
upon a door
unmarked
inviting

It is strange

when I look to the sky
I first see bright colors

but for some reason

I
end up with a grey
mood

It is interesting how we all look
seemingly
in the same direction