raining carnation

the pen pencil the page
havent changed
or have they you say
you see im coming
after too long to this place
although i was here
maybe yesterday
i hope none can tell and
nobody knows how time
flies and how the gulf widens
between the continents
that kind of information
only breaks my heart and
im so helpless that
as time flies
i follow on slow feet
and am afraid that i'll never
reach anywhere
but drawing myself a small arc
and within that narrow
circumference leave and return
again and again to
always the same things and
at those moments dont
tell me please that i was
here before that it was another time
which i can never relive and that
even the place is different
because i want to be new
to the old old things that
fill my horizon
and whenever i look up
believe that im seeing the sky
for the first time