I, VOYAGER

so you wake up in this alien bed and you feel the crumbs and it's not your crumbs and you see the stains and it's not your stains and you would never ever have placed this wooden reel on that wall. pardon me, did i mind?

something to tell about, telling people who wouldn't even listen in the first place. gaining acceptance i could have lived without.

PR STUNT

yesterday, i thought about how some people are mixing up attributes.

compulsive, well amost obsessive as they are - those groupies.

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this one dares not to inquire within so the assumed outer world is observed. a world mistaken for something different than he is.

the moment he identifies with everything makes him bland:

neither promiscuous nor wealthy, i happen to reach the border.

"sir, do you have anything to declare?"

any declaration would overwhelm my honesty. i dive, i pirate, i daze, i care, i suffer.

"cosmopolitan self-deception!" someone is shouting in the line. i strongly agree, mate.

was i the one leaving? will i meet the one coming?
can he be the one i imagined? or will i be the one to be remembered?

so we'd better all join up in a club and have a sip of fizz, cristal or krug - you decide.

seeing is thinking.