Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...

Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...

Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...

Love,
Water me with hopes as if I were that flower moved...

Though in my computer, I type a story,
while I hear the clicking on my keyboard...

It was when the lightbulb in the room,
Turned on...

Like leaves in oaks, I'll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall...

Just like today or tomorrow, I know
I will be yet I'll never be...

Should I say it?
Should I...

There's this thing called the ego,
It likes sitting on the passanger seat...

Okay younger me, it might sound crazy or dumb or...
You got to know, that God is Love...

Through my hair glides fire and rain:
the misery my of days, my cries for help...