I pick up the stone that lay silent
and the chaos swarmed in

I should probably put it back
but throwing it away was too much fun

I remember last week
a door opened to a forgotten
dream

or was it a memory

it haunted me
before my sleep
in my sleep
not knowing in the morning
what I forgot

I am glad I forget
the doors 
what is inside
besides
a Schrodinger cat staring at you
holding your dream

or was it a memory

I slowly turn the volume up
at least I think so
being deaf for your 
needs

But the knob feels good

I cling on like the child in mine 
to the cold line set

not by life
but what you hold

The umbilical cord you drag 
uncut over the road you go

your future is like your past
no matter the distance 

In the evening the sea is in a dream
the deserted island you stranded 
Is touching your bare feat

The rough sea in the morning
is still calm in the deep
when I wake