We all walk in mist
into the mist

used to the closeness
of what we step on

the outlines
of where we think

we are going

Some levers you just want to use
to see the effect
even if you know it

Is it the color 
is it the crooked 
is it the number
is it decay 

did you choose 
or did the choice choose you 

The handle only turns itself loose
while the waters drain my empty inside

I keep turning with hope 
but should let go
get a grip
on what is loose

I walked a road tomorrow, and there was no one. 

But it was an emptiness, the kind that hides a void where someone belongs. 

Something should be there waiting for me, on the side of that road

Even if it is just a wish, I will wait tomorrow. 

I remember that high lookout from where I had an overview of the room that was my life.

Heavy freight I lifted and moved over obstacles from up there.

I sometimes look back at that memory and see the old stairs going up, remembering all those times when I was looking down and to the other side of the hall where my future slowly grew.

I wish it were safe to go up there now, all these years later, and see where my future ended by the time I left that room.

I cannot see if you are home
from where I stand

some distance might work
or you can open up
let in some fresh air

In the meanwhile 
I will look for a door

If you look down
the road up is quite transparent

as long as you keep going
and enjoy the steps taken
you will reach a top 

I look at the roof
of the building you build
with words

I am not sure if I look down on it
or that your roof is so slanted
to cover all sides
from the erosion my words 
will inflict 
overtime 

Do you see all those lines
they go somewhere
and nowhere

I try to climb above bright lights 
and tempting ideas 

the stark shadows they throw
together
distract the corners of my eyes
they twitch

I hope above there
the height will distract 
and the view enough 

Going down
turn around

that easy

Black shadows creep up

while the sun rises

it must be me

sinking deeper


but why trust a shadow