Your pictures make no sense to me
Without any words of explanation.
But can you describe a feeling?

Try to do a sound justice with words
And you will never find completeness.
Nothing can be reassembled exactly,
And though you can’t always tell
The mistakes will always be there.

Occupy the space under your flag
If you think it will protect you.

The artificial can never keep reality out
As a newspaper cannot defend you from a bullet.
Living inside a cocoon of old songs
Cannot prevent new ones from being written.
Poets will always dream.

Clouds fill the air above your head,
The roar of the sea fills your ears,
And the feeling rises up through your soul,
Runs endlessly through your veins
Until your heart is overflowing.

Never try to stop it.
Things will always change
Whether you like it or not.

So let your wings grow,
And let the breeze take you
Into the sky, through the clouds,
High above the world.
Maybe it will all make sense.

08/17/2001

Posted on 11/02/2001
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