Thoughts
When I dream, which is very often,
I'm flying into space with my thoughts:
...Add a contrast color there…
...Ah, it is a pity not the citizenship…
...Start a career as a science fiction writer?..
...Hmm, the room is not the decoration!
When I walk on the road,
I think about a lot of things:
About warm countries in November,
The fight against higher taxes,
Where can I get silverware?..
And how to end the tedious dialogue?
When I sit at the window
I think it's difficult:
When you live all alone…
You can't stay in a hospital…
And there is no money, credit is a burden…
But you still need to do something.
And there's a lot of work to do
All thoughts of jumping vigorously:
...I don't think I'm brave,
...And the coffee smells spicy…
...Kids are circling around,
...They don't have enough pianos…
And only when I read
All thoughts disappear.
I am immersed in a different world of being,
Where all mistakes are read aloud to me.
There I will rest, in the land of oblivion,
Where thought forms slowly subside.
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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