WHEN
when I am looking
more at my past
my nostalgia blues
turns into obsession
I need a time out
and think about
big changes I need
wanderlust in my head
maybe perspectives
hides some attitudes
maybe a point of view
comes with the true
dance of blue shadows
in my moonlight call
of my past and future
on my bedroom wall
turbulence run a break
with no drama and life
just life in the shadow
seeks for the answers
of my mind and soul
with quiet questions
some of those doubts
are soundless resound
where I am
what I want
some rest I get
at the end
January 26, 2019
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