Someone was sitting in the boat,
he was smoking a clear cigarette.
I didn’t know what I got
in this silhouette…
He looked at the natural mirror, and said:
‘If you imagine the time, it’s
probably looking like water.
It also fills space and flows’,
Before you know it life is gone.
Most take no account of hours
Merging with the reflections,
tears become a trace.
Anxious thoughts are unwelcome guests.
They come without knocking, but not alone…
There’s always something else, vague images
like a shadow of forgotten illusion.
He asked: ‘Who are you? Are you real?
Are you a ghost that lives at the bottom of a dream?’
All dissolves, there’s emptiness within.
Existence flows by as quickly as a river.