Innocent Things

When you get start to way

Everything changes; houses, cars, ways,

Everything getting innocent.

Peoples do not seeing you anymore

Anymore, you begin to see them; like a ghost.

It is the magic of to be in way.

From the window of the bus I saw the sea-gulls

They were in a moody lake.

Some were swimming, some were drinking from moody water.

Even If you be anhydrous,

Can you drink from moody water?

What violent the thirst.

If sea-gulls could know that water was moody

All the same would they drink?

Or one people that nearly will die

Would he drink it?

What happens if he drinks a little bit?

When you get start to way

Everything stays behind of you.

As if, in the bus that going speedy,

You come side to side with true.

Like you say; Here, I caught you!

Voyage is an escape from yourself

In the time concept

As if, you catch another destiny.

To be in move ever

to leave the cat on street

to get start to way, to faraway.

Ways ; just they can understand you.

They can; but it is a tiresome relationship

So trying...

Cursed whispers, in my ears,

Curses, swears...

I am watching the peoples

All mouths are closed.

Did I miss something?

As if, ghosts screaming curses

Continual; just I am hearing.

In the bus that going speedy

Pictures were passing outside,

I am going to the place that

Devil there is no,

I think so.

In the buss, peoples beginning to similar to devil

I am not sure which one devil

which one human as real.

To know is well

Not to know ;

it is hell.