I pace the institute
With restless steps
Leading nowhere.
Regular and focused
They fill the time
Until the age of knowledge will come.
Pacing heart
The train with its jumps,
The radio with its melodies,
The dripping of the rain
Are all rhythms competing with my heart.
I want to follow you
But you are too quiet
And your hiding in the noises leads me nowhere.
Listening inward
To pace my life.
