I have nothing else
to do than
writing

I`m thinking
that is my
fate

everywhere I go
I see nothing
but words

inside my
fucking head

but there`s nothing
like the sun
so round and
quiet, running stand and
still, warm and
certain like
death and taxes
and everything else

that blows my mind
from time to time

nothing has much to do
but the hell! it`s just me