I always knew I would be terrified, then i walked across the floor.
Walked through the kitchen. An outer fiction.
And overheard all the movements that occurred.
Now I'm chasing the world. Well, it's not obscure.
Normal, steady eyes, safe constructions and a blur.
I start with it. I see it fit.
And claim silence of everything that's been.
And intervene on a whole different scene.
Some kind of mystery just what it's all about.
Everyday in some parade.
Around statues of famous royalties
drummers find peace of mind.
The country life in the autumn for a knife,
in coal burns, table turns.
Where the ambivalent tries to smile and wave.
Buddy, you have no excuse.
I saw the arrogant. I saw the Eiffel tower.
I can't remember it, not exactly, not the hour.