Unknown

But in the end we are all looking for the Same Light

Hearing the Same Voice

Meeting the Same joys

While we are sitting in a Bus, exhausted looking at the factories

listening to a video someone is playing loud to our empty batterys

Formed by Life and by waiting

By Everything but Not anticipatong

Composed by leftovers

A Stone

Thrown by the Arc of Joan

Maybe you want to sit down

Do you need a shelter?

Plants gather around

One day the stone becomes a church

And god is a Man on a way to small bicycle

Way to Late for the Holy mass

In time the Stone becomes gas,

Stirling around the athmosphere

A Star

Well that's just what we are

Lost when we think we don't have anything under control

untouchable, vulnerable a black piece of coal

Sometimes we May hurt

Shining our light Light on gods face

And in the dirt