Nothing much to say,
time flows at its fastest pace,
when I love you hard.

When I woke up today I had this urge to say ‘*******’.
But I guess I wrote a poem instead.

All planets lined up,
advantaging alignment,
and I work on trust.

We were so perfect,
that we defined ourselves as
surreality.

The monotony
in me facing the border,
genius wish of stars.

It’s never too late
to slow down and later to
reinvigorate.

Do I want a drink?
or do i want a walk?
I’m underneath the August spell,
and pre-September aura,

a star fell from the sky,
it vanished at dusk like a phantom,
a shooting star crossed my path,
it fell from so high,
entered my atmosphere,
which contained a black hole,
my stairway to heaven,
it fell from so high,
hit me like a storyline,
which expanded into a poem,
my great escape,

but I moved to a new land,
capitalized myself,
I write my future down,
upgrading it with every new day,
yes, I changed my lifestyle,
escalated backwards,
it’s time to slow down,
wake up happier every new day,

I wink at my past with grace,
all the roads that I drove through,
all the bars where I got wasted,
all the friends I let drive away,
all my failures,
all my victories,
blues you gave me,
and fake smiles,
I look at all of them with grace,
for the last time ever,
standing at the crossroads,
knowing where to turn,
at last.