Sobs

Monday night
I still try to sleep
Lights are cold
From shop windows on the street
And rimfrost glows
Like crystals blown from the mouth that breathes
My eyes are blue
The night is too
We’re lost
In space
It’s a rocket life
On an open sky
It’s a ride
We go down sometimes
Tell myself that it’s easy
To let go and leave it
Somewhere you feel it
Slowly beating
Monday night
Angels rise from the sewer
Corner girl dressed in white
Baby, fly
The morning light
Is a wryly smile
In my own black pile
My eyes are green
Like autumn leaves
Once was
On the pretty trees
It’s a rocket life
On an open sky
No-one
Saw me arrive
Tell myself that it’s easy
To let go and leave it
Somewhere you feel it
Slowly beating
I went to church
The Sunday mass
I wash my hands
I’m just a man
Is it essential to my cause?
Is it monastery for thoughts?
I don’t hear anybody calling me
(Never heard a sound like that)
Is it essential to my cause?
Is it monastery for thoughts?