Sometimes I don't know where I am.
In some lived past, in a future dream
or in present feeling the wind.
Absolutely alone or accompanied
by those spread all over the world.
My mind fools me so much
that I can't trust her... Speaks
a child like language that I love
but incoherent with the physical life
and its struggles.
It's so dispersed this life
that gets harder and harder
to find the center on where to rest
all this unbelievable unrest.
A home maybe
but one that moves,
one that can go also.
Confusion lets the demons enter...
Oh, some stable something
under the wing
to let it fall
not to get fallen by!