Some long for the past, others dream of at last
Days continue, multiply multitudes
I wonder who destroys when no one is left, rejoice
All our statues, lullabies and rented rooms
Distances no one will go for instances no one can know
I say good night, leave the room unsatisfied
like a child, I lie
Almost alone, not quite
Crowded avenues
Homeless in tennis shoes
Sometimes I wish to set free the things that still matter to me
Days continue like a knife might intrude
I wonder who destroys
when nothing is left, rejoice.
