Lemons, oranges
Tea time is for taking a nap,
A good night sleep
For all nightmares to be awaken.
Terror is out there
In a stranger's eyes
In a dead bird,
In some unreadable line,
In some book maybe,
In some medical book.
Wearing old clothes, none of them is mine
Tearing them off
Taking a bow for the cat
That is terror in the eyes of a wise man.
A sentence with an ending
My name, repeating itself  
Like some strange tune, carrying itself
Out of this world