I kept my belly low to the ground
I shoved aside whatever I found
I longed for emptiness
Gasps of air like cold rocks in my chest
I licked my wounds under a tree
I got my heat from sun through leaves
Stains in my eyes
That brilliant disguise
Of stars that shouldn't be seen
I hid behind bushes and found
A peek on life just to find out
True beauty could not be seen
Just a branch in between
It is time...
There the fields are wide and clear
Slowness turns into fear
Soil goes moist
A sad voice
Until I pour silence from this noise
I think of lonesome roads around
I think of pearls in tall grass
And brightness to be found
And happiness
Too old to feel
It is time
For better times