I was moving to the door.
time was long
with each kilometer
I don't know.
You waited for a minute
When I cross the threshold
our joint meetings
with a kiss to welcome
We're drifting distant with our thoughts.
hallucinations
You were never there.
Delusion of thought
I don't even have a license.
I drive a city bus
shopping for my mom
The thought rushes
in love with a girl
I'm going astray I don't meet
I don't just see confusion in an empty head.
There is no cure for variation
