In the long voids between destinations
In the lonely and monotonous journeys
I don’t need a headset to play me music
I don’t need a book to feed me words
I have my own music, my own poetry,
my own dance moves and acts to play.
It’s all in my head
and I’m rehearsing it
Every moment I am free
Every moment I breathe
Thoughts… you are my fire,
You are my food,
You are my anger,
You are the change I want to see…
Come, make me restless
Take me in your hands.
Give me wings!
Let’s get lost…
Let your thoughts keep pouring in and in and in…