The house has black windows
When i pas by worth my heavy bag
And good-intentioned heart.
The day is ending
Yet I save the pleasure for the last hours
Of solitude and determination.
Walking alone in the night,
Watching a movie in silence,
And tomorrow I will smile
in and out.
Skinny stars of this night
I see you hiding in the far
But curious of our troubles.
Slowly you move
And it can only watch from this wet field
And discover my pray
For this peaceful situation
The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.
The moon is certainly outside my window
I know it from school and from experience.
The moon so white and distant
Sheds an objective value
on what demands my attention today
But does not deserve it.
I feel big in my box of thoughts
And small in an universe
That is expanding.
Closing my eyes I find my dimension
And only my pink small hands can measure my zone of action.