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

The scaffolding you build
around your new thoughts
are made of standardized elements
and are guided
by strict
local
regulations

not so different
as the thought that stands by itself
at the end

Even a work not done
is satisfying

It still has a future