in a village counting the circus employs
on a lake, waiting the first circle
in the summer, having no thoughts
but not here
i managed to let everyone know i am not here
that i am not good for their tasks
i see lights, imaginary parties, some people are trying to help
but still, there is no one here
not today
i am counting the stars
i am taking some flowers home
maybe they have a language of their own and will let me know what is there to be learned
i am putting everything in a bag
and i wait
is the seaside still there?
is the sun still a thing?
are there any fruits in the tree that is standing outside this window?
i will paint something
maybe there i can convince someone to stay for a longer talk
for a longer period of time
and build our own circus
our own balancing game
a bike to go from one city to another
with no tears in our eyes other than the ones made of joy
the trick is not to choose emotions, they some
but i would like to chose some
stay in a boat
sail a few kilometers with you
hear some music
and laugh like maniacs
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