06-05-2011, 06:25 PM
In my dreams I see a boiling river
And a wobbly bridge across it.
I can't go over this bridge
To the other river bank.
The birds,
With eyes like the light bulbs,
Fly menacingly above it.
I look onto the river, bridge and flock.
There are not any emotions. I know.
My day awaits me.
I'll go over this bridge.
But somebody would think:
Another fearsome bird
Flies to the other side.
And a wobbly bridge across it.
I can't go over this bridge
To the other river bank.
The birds,
With eyes like the light bulbs,
Fly menacingly above it.
I look onto the river, bridge and flock.
There are not any emotions. I know.
My day awaits me.
I'll go over this bridge.
But somebody would think:
Another fearsome bird
Flies to the other side.