when it rains
to dig a ditch
or move the tent
to dry land where
the sun shines
or leave the tent
and take a train
to nowhere
where i can be
me, nobody,
drunk from life
and headless
to sit like now
in moonlight
with nothing
on my mind
and a glass
in my hands
as empty
as me
who will be filled
with dreams
in sleep ending
with light
note:
beginning of holidays
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