autor:: quidko

rubrika:: poezia

My dreams walk around me
Like small dwarfs
I am not sure:
Is it a new ritual dance
Or have I been caught
By some new folk

Who is the haunter?
Who’s the victim?

I spread my nets
All around me

Maybe I’ll be able to change
The configuration of the forces
Might be, I find myself
Or they disappear
Or I sell the rights for it
And let some other stupid
To be the captive
Of the past

napísanísané:: 3.10.2005

prečítalo:: 1364 ludí