space is the place

to be

on this hot and humid summer night

lost myself where?

a slight return

mistress midsummer's eve

and I cannot conceive what it is they want from me

my lost and wandering soul

cut half from whole

which black hole can I get lost in?

and double-crossed in life

like midnight frost in my window

this flow cannot make amends

as time restlessly twists and bends

sends my indifferent hope into one corner of the universe

while I curse another

where the noise is too much

too much violent noise in my silent corner

on my planet

where is the space in this place

and who could understand it?