My way

I’m sitting alone, in the desk

And I want to go home, to rest.

By the way I smoke a cigarette

And I will, my ideas, collect.

When I see the door of my flat

I start to be sad.

I want to ran away, out

And stop thinking about.

So I’m walking around

Searching for my ground.

Where should I go, where should I stay

I’m still on the way.

Maybe sometimes I find someone

Who will like me.

I stay with her, maybe

And will by happy then no one.

When no, I stop to search

And sit down.

Start imagine

And fall in an endless dream.

Pp