i close my eyes
and try to find
music in my thoughts
hear the melodies
but everyone wants my attention
birds and trees and skies
come here, come outside
play with us
lets party and drink all night
so i walk alone in the moist air
a drunk is sleeping on a bench
what a loser
what if he figure it out and went mad like Nietszche
a bunch of unpublished thoughts
stuck in his head
it’s a recurring theme
in this 36 year old dream
the noises and music
which is which
love and hate
the endless game
that leads us to the gateless gate
clouds tiptoeing
i want to go in between walls
crawl through the mud
wake up in mexico
hitchhike in foreign tongues
lounge around like a lizard
sun burning my skin
go off into the jungle
fight with guerillas
see the pacific ocean
get a sailboat
and sail away and get shipwrecked
eat oysters
and remember how i used to write
miss this
this moment is a future longing