POEZIE

Are there time to take something of the life?
A dream, a flower, a color,
I have the best chart: an injury! I
Would like to play this chart, but I was afraid!

What time is it? In which century?
Something does not function any more in my life
Eternity, do you grant this dance to me?
I have a crisis of existence, but the life is pretty.

I cannot hear you, Miss
The train comes like a cough mixture
I smell myself badly, I do not have an other pair,
I would like a such a soft ticket and coffee...
Somebody here speaks confused...