The long read:
All the things I’ve done… minute by minute; twenty-three million six hundred fifty-two thousand
In the wavering’s of my heart
In the middle night
Imagined a boat; crossing the heaving seas
Looking out for land; yearning for safe crossing
Like many sailors of the yesterday
Submitted to the yoke of hope, Dreaming the distant near
Life goes out to beyond the horizon
The dream is never here or close.
I beg for what lies beyond
The tick tock of all the clocks
The time between being born
And deaths arm held wide open
Calling you home.
This life is hell and heaven all at once
happiness for me is some way off
Home is a rented box
Home is someway off
Love is a rented vision of others love and hopes
Love is someway off
So, tell me the secrets
Of love lost, of happiness. Of wealth and homelessness
Nobody told me;
Life – the circle, partly vicious
Taking me around again.
To throw me off at some distant stop
While my life follows in slow-mo
These are the days of watching;
Of others going by;
in the hours of the day light;
in someone else’s shoes.