Long forgotten dreams

      floating with

     foggy memories of lost

         and departing


      And i sit


    and wonder why

      or what

	is happening/when

   	are they going to happen

			to me

the flying trapese show majestical whiner

	runs his little mouth till he runs out of


		then back to the foginess of you and

	how exactly did that happen

		and now the odour of the place and 

		the smokeiness in the table with

	the food that is bad and the place

			that is good.

forever in the run towards the ground

aiming for the sky, flying forward

	to a place where i belong

		away from the places i "belong"

	into the rain into the pines into the mud into

               you and into your house and 

	into your mind cause i belong there