The fog clings to the leaves of the trees
leaving no marks on the forehead.
Eyes hit as of a wall
we understand how they want to split it.
Clocks can’t take it anymore,
they fall behind,
today’s time pointlessly hurries
I can no longer embrace it,
It’s like a thief getting lost in the crowd.
The words get to tumble over the edge,
the mouth calls them back
and says the words of God.
From the ceiling of power
the same disinterest is dripping in the world puddles
that saddens us
and we live with the fright of tomorrow.
Someone tries to snatch our head
filled like a balloon with beautiful colorful lies.
We keep staying on the Internet
and sending us links.