how about transmitting some knowledge?
or just sit on a stump
but i am just so wayworn and ragged
noise growing
its dark and cold
this twilight never ends
how many roads do i need to choose from?
why is there no way home?
i am wary seeking
heavy
in the flock
below the air
many voyages
as i have left my home
well
pity me then
wish i were renewed
a victor
shall we ask the cactus?
he is a little withered
but he's not under any illusion
god survive my well contented day
idle ranks remain
present me
the odour of love... is not within my eyes