Turn Chaos Into Art

Wake up older day after day
Seen things change
Felt myself get life and die
Not once, but twice and so on
Been through fights and won
But I can´t remember if this is actually true
They must have been as important as it seems
All of the time I just wanted to get home
A far and further one
On the corner of my own edge
Could make more efforts than I ever made
But it was an unexisting sensation I´ll never get
This bench is more confortable at night than during the day
Right now I mark another trace here
It will be the last
Journey est finit
Est finit to rest




Kate Polladsky