want to express thought and life
through sound and pictures
through my words and signs
the ideas flow to a quiet rhythm
maybe i am the only one that hears it
maybe i dont want anyone else to understand
a stuck cycle
dont come close yet please listen
moments seconds
of hurt and confusion
desires for a wind
to take me away
to blow me far off
to the sea
strange galaxies
ideas and thoughts seem lost
in the days of today and tomorrow
leaving behind reality, now
the exile
of no regrets and no hope

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