When the words gather together
They become a black cloud
Then, they rain on my notebook
But I wish I could write
My own destiny
Somewhere on that giant lonely tree…
There it goes a slug
The slug is sluggish
And it has a horizon ahead of itself
It should’ve known better
That “ the journey of a lifetime
…starts with a horizon“
…and there it goes a worn out traveller
With a big case in his hand,
One eye on the slug
And one eye on horizon
Murmuring something like:
“ I rest my case on this one…“
Sep 2010
