Paddling my way through lazy thoughts littered around me.
This way and that I see how I try to grasp, and contain,
The wispy reality which is but a dream I saw tomorrow.
There is an urge in all man
And when it finds itself fulfilled
By the way a branch twists into the open sky,
By the way a cloud embraces the mountain top for a halting retreat
By the way a bird flutters its wings open,
Then and there, this and that Meet
And the journey of a thousand miles is finished in one step.
I am back again on the empty streets,
Thoughts wetted by the rain, join the stream
Into the drain.
The rent is paid and the celebration continues!