More Pleasant Adventures

The first year was like icing.

Then the cake started to show through.

Which was fine, too, except you forget the direction you're taking.

Suddenly you are interested in some new thing

And can't tell how you got here. Then there is confusion

Even out of happiness, like a smoke —

The words get heavy, some topple over, break others.

And outlines disappear once again.

Heck, it's anybody's story,

A sentimental journey — „gonna take a sentimental journey“,

And we do, but you wake up under the table of a dream:

You are that dream, and it is the seventh layer of you.

We haven't moved an inch, and everything has changed.

We are somewhere near a tennis court at night.

We get lost in life, but life knows where we are.

We can always be found with our associates.

Haven't you always wanted to curl up like a dog and go to sleep like a dog?

In the rash of partings and dyings (a new twist),

There's also room for breaking out of living.

Whatever happens will be quite ingenious.

No acre but will resume being disputed now,

And paintings are one thing we never seem to run out of.