a bird
a bird
fresh paint on its wings
whistled to me
in the forest of magic
i heard laughter
i followed
lost my way
no hand to hold
my fear
waited in shadows,
my desire
jumped out of emerald lakes,
crocodiles
i met
myself in a corner
smiling at me
i met an old man
who told me:
it's all in the mind
then
i forgot.
now
i am awake
in a void
to be reborn
and i shall do it myself,
walk and smile at birds
