Can you see through the ripples 
the world around
when you are looking down
in reflection  

You can wonder
if a camouflaged knot
is still a knot 

I will never be chosen first
because I am tied up 

It is pretty transparent how you sit there high and dry 
you would almost dream of a just afterlife
for a payback 

but also there
I imagine
is right the choice of a pendulum  
hanging from a high point 

Do you know what you lost
belongs to where you found it

If you step away ever so slightly 
you may turn around 
to see what’s left
of what the others already 
can’t see 
the imprint you lose

if you want it to stay
you have to stay 

Is a memory of a long-forgotten trip to a faraway side 
better than a fantasy of a journey to where you want to go 
even if you never go

Does it matter which part of the chain you break?

I know that the clouds change more
then the mountains that move underneath. 

But what has more permanence?
Change?
Or a slowly eroding mountain? 

I listened silently
to what the stranger in me
tries to say

I only know 
that it moves me

For some reason
it is often unclear what buttons to press
for to get started
but obviously easy what button to press
to stop it at all

If you are just
focused on the steps
one foot after another
going up or down

you don’t trust your self
that wants to give you 
the time 
to look around