I miss my old habits
Going to sleep after the sunrise
Smoking till my lungs hurt
Running naked in the forest
Petting animals
Thinking about you

I don't know many things
I don't know anything at all
Besides you
And its enough

I know when the birds fly west
And when the ducks are tired of quacking
And the land is tired of cracking
I know the sound of death
And of a newborn
I hear the mornes of all the lost souls
Lonely infinite creatures

Next time the sun rises high
In the sky
I want you to think
About yourself
As an endless infinite being
In the universe
I want you to look deep inside
Where the sun can't shine
And think about life
As an endless opportunity for
Existing
You are one lucky matter
That got the chance to know
Universe
In within
Old habits
They never
Die

4/5/17