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.