Tuesday, 16 September 2008

New Old-thoughts are coming back

There it goes another Star...
black and blue guy wandering
without a future in his hands.
There it goes another tear
another smile which may be wasted or not...
Nobody knows other hearts,
They dont know other's thoughts.
that one: I think it was me.
It goes away too.
Wish I could talk to me
I could listen to me yielling:
Wish I could shut to be heard in the past.
There It goes now,
not empty but waiting to be filled.