You remain faithful. There is no church for you. Temple. Your thought. Messy messages. Seek your white. You make the day longer. You fill your hours. You steal your your time with your thought. You found a way. For life to be meaningful.
Surrounded by your own borders. The distance remains. You can let non recognizable sounds stay orphans. You choose music. You make scenes of tomorrow. Such that worth living for.
Dived in inertia. Fooling around the traffic. Special loneliness. Covers sounds. Indifferent. A breath. Your pulse.

Bloodless games. By a gone era. Raining sweat. You are tired. You do not play. Life is a game. For others. Without the human limit. They rob. There is no score.
You learn. Not to look for. The decision is to go along. You don't stand in scenes around you. The drama and the joy choose time. The patience drains the hope. You keep dawn. To make it your own. Every single morning.
You breathe the sunrise. A course of you desire. Travel colours. A hug does not erase the return. It became your main attraction. An invisible direction. Which generates the appeal. With any cost. To find Ithaca.
You cross the limits of the word. You hide behind it. You do not want to be ashamed. To work on it. To try without the risk of loss. To write your trail. For it alive. Dancing in its arm.