Nobody Knows

We live in identical rooms

We blankly wake, we greet

From one balcony to another

Successively for a hundred years

Between now and tomorrow

We will spend the rest of our days

Growing gardens out of angry stars

To me,

the world spins 

ready to loose, and peal

comparable to a star

proudly moving through water

there is no equal,  more beautiful 

than her roseness at my feet

i admit here, i seek shelter 

a shelter of brightness 

when most of my most, is dark

cross high and unstrange