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I write words -
You'll never read,

You paint colors -
We'll never see,

You feel moment -
But don't say that!

Words mean nothing,
Silence's deeper,

Lets try harder
To feel fuller,

Paying for day
By pain,

Hiding ages into boxes
To have a chance...

...to breath

I'll open my window
To let in frosty air,
I'll get rid of my things
To have some free space.

I'll cut off my thoughts
And give away words
That lead me to stress
And smell like the wastes,

And I'll fill in my head
With all that old truths
That give life to feelings
"be strong" and "be good",

I'll clear my mind
Repeating the Word,
And I'll share the moment
With a passer-by on the road...

I'll keep only senses
And maybe my pain -
They often remind me
That I'm still in the game...

Why are you so worried, dear? -
May be this is just the moon...

Why are you so disliked? -
This is my mood and the point of view...

Why are you so sensual then?-
This is the way I live...and I live as I can...

This is not the worst way, dear -
To stay stuck in Now...

The quick stop of a long way,
before the end of the day,
for a minute to rest,
to catch the thought...(have I done right?)
to check the compass...(direction correct?)
to sip a hot pleasure
for body of mine;
to listen to hubbub,
to be warmthed by a fire,
and to close eyes for a while...
Trying not to forget
why I am on the road,
remember the aim
of my long way.

Just the quick stop
for limbs to rest,
aware of feeling that
this is the best
place to stay.
Recall the dream
I ones seen.
Wrinkle crooked hands...
And it's time...
Now rise and go...
further, but slow
till the next
quick stop...