Day 1652, a deep sea.

I worked hard

on this vessel

~

it is still floating

adrift

with the current

~

towards the sunset

away from its rise

~

a deeper sea

is what I feel

Day 1651, my shore.

I have many memories

that I stranded

on the islands

before my coast

~

and when the moon

and the winds

play together

their game

~

I remember

what washes

on my shore

Day 1650, driving.

The clouds and mountains

move slowly

~

and the water reflects

my mind

~

before the next turn

I stop

to take a picture

and save this moment

for you

Day 1646, uproar.

With all that swelling

internal noise

I get the impression

that something

is gonna change

soon

~

says the day dreamer

~

for the people

that dream at night

~

the noise is there

always

by day

Day 1645, green grass.

You know

how you can tell

that we

as humans

have no clue

what this world

is all about

~

we often follow

like sheep

3 or 4 shepherds

that know

how to walk upright

and command

~

it probably takes

an other 10000 years

before we all

can think

and graze

for ourselves

Day 1644, hindsight.

Some people

see a new future

ahead

~

with an obvious

dead end

in sight

~

as if your future

is no more

than your past

in hindsight

Day 1643, a lot.

It just comes

all

towards me

when I think of it

~

when I open

my eyes

and see it all

in front of me

~

I just need

to focus

on a cubic inch

of matter

at a time

~

and then

at the end

it lays all

clear

in parts

in front of me

Day 1641, wondering.

We can leave

our conscience

~

when we are naked

and all alone

~

wondering

in our minds

inner prairie

~

in search

for a place

to shelter

and

re

mi

nisce

our path

Day 1638, clown.

They say some clowns

clown

because they touch

sadness

with one hand

~

while you

only feel it

~

but some clowns

clown

without knowing

that there is

sadness

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