The shadow your past drags
betrays me your hiding 

The day just started 
so the sun rises
though the shadow lines are cast
they seem frozen
when I pass 

everything seems to be frozen
when you pass by
now I think of it
standing still 

You shine light like its old wisdom
but when I follow your thread 
its just modern power you project

My house is numbered
twice
so you don't miss it
but I hope you do

My exhaust is my little house
where I live on top of the roof
of my house

I try to find the angle
from where you can’t make up
what you see
so I can make up
what I see

The world is grey
but what we see is colorful
that’s what we are conscious of
looking through our window 

Listening to: annakaharris.com/lights-on/ 

I was not allowed to park in front of your window
but I did
and still you didn’t notice me
because you don’t know me

Some people are obsessed with order
they see the world in order
not to see the mess 

Some doors are unattractive
but still lure you in
and not because what’s behind it

I am conscious of my consciousness
I can see with one eye my nose
but with both
I can’t
I am aware
how I understand
consciousness 

One part of my reflections I recognize
the other part only in my dreams 

I heard so many stories
that I forgot mine