Those who seek

The colours are vivid
and reality shines bright
when you're tossing turning
sometimes in the deep of night

Talking on an airplane
smoking on fast trains, slow ships
moving through the emptiness
reading a message from your lips

those who seek
will never find
those who don't
get left behind
and lose their minds

my darling, how you talk
and sometimes, something gets through
that is, when I listen
which I don't always do

I love to see you walk
in the street, the park, the zoo
and sometimes I'm happy
that is when I walk with you

refr.


1995.