another_wednesday_2004 uow old memories capture me my thoughts are words looking for keys nobody speaks in this air nothing moves and nobody breathes it's the same night, ever it seems repeating mornings lately i wake up and the deer are grazing in the fog i sit for hours painting i look for frogs when i'm walking i put my nose to the warm autumn walls new graffiti fashions me my songs are lights searching for skies nobody lives in this scene nobody listens and nothing happens it's the same day, ever it goes repeating afternoons early i stay in bed there are no hands to break my dreams 040929 what's it to you? who go blather from