A world sung the rhymes about the river
I walked through her , carried on legs of mind
nailed to the body which was made to shiver,
hurt by the ground, unfriendly to my kind.
Memories suddenly just changed their sound
their shape remain me pages in forgotten book
now that they ‘re dead, buried in the ground
they seem less hazardous as they used to look
Then I asked: what is the weakness of the soul ?
I failed to search for a jar to forget the unknown
things that haven't happened yet are not yet known
life is a ride that shows us signals mixed
A cobby stone pavement that may be fixed
