a wet towel, a dialogue with no one
an animal in a cage, eyes with no perception
it comes like an arrow with no speed and direction

i'm not so tired right now, but i'm growing
the same day everyday

like an addiction from which i can't escape
and which i didn't even start
i didn't even know it existed
but lately i'm more and more convinced
that it's time to pull the needle from my veins
break it into two and throw it away
with no recollection of what happened

smiling towards me
  asking me what the hell i'm doing
well i don't know
or maybe i just do, but i can't or won't say it
it would affect me in a way or two
but wouldn't find the time to do it
or time just didn't found me
but i'm too lazy to look

this bed is getting too hard
time to find another one
just like

a wet towel waiting to be dried
a dialogue waiting for a partner
an animal waiting to be set free
eyes with sight
an arrow waiting for a purpose

don't be patient in waiting
take time and cover it
you can come for coffee and cake
anytime you like