Words You Borrow

One more.

A lamb in a pen in the middle of the day in the middle of the city. Pet it - it won't bite. But I'm back here and nothing is in its right place anymore. It's that same familiar feeling telling me that's it's not alright at all. I don't know - I can't smell the morning here.

Go to bed to wake up. Wouldn't it be nice? Damn straight! But no - to no avail. No. It's not. It's not that I don't try. I try. This place has no streets: can't walk, can't breathe, can't love, can't live.

And, oh boy, play your flute. Forever don't move. Sit in the sun and play all life long. A song of stone silence is more than most words can say.

What did God intend? Everything is one after all - that is what I truly believe. There is neither Greek nor Jew, man or woman. "Blue" can be "green" and "red" can be "black". If that's the case, what's in a word? It's a shame to be restricted by language sometimes. Everyone believes - it's just that most people don't realize it. And is that wrong? No.

It's time to learn more. But please don't confuse: having a stance is not wrong. Tip-toeing is tediuous (the alliterative T!) the end the end the end. There is no objectivity in the world so it's futile to try. It's not wrong not to be - because it's impossible anyways. Even "truth" is man-made. And for your sake, never trust man. I want to know MORE. But where to find?

Where to find? Your years are back there to a time which is not now. No matter what we watched or where we went. So this must be what everyone talks about. That famous thing. No matter how late into the night, you are still as bright as in the day. I walk and walk and walk and never get tired. But when I'm here - where to find? Please tell me now before. Too literal : I stand still and I'm already tired. Please help.