Palm

Everything is noise

But Not Sound

Losing myself

Full of emptiness

With rainless clouds

I reach down, as I touched the sun

Freezes the tip of my finger,

covered up in dirtless rum.

Plastic bottle laying motionless on the streets

I know my days are limited

But at the beginning I will taste defeat

I know the pieces we put on this puzzle

Are completed, I’m amused but confused

Tempers infuse

My mind fills with oxygen

As I remember my deepest thoughts

Walking in the sand with sandals but no socks

Happiness takes over me

I see above the Heavens

Chances may break

Heart beats full of thunder

Earth to the planets that are distant

Must stumble, a mountain that splits

Wide is like a bird with no mother

Flapping with wings

Being ordinary

Being unique

I got something to tell me what I must think

What I must be

Or who that I am

That Palm in my hand

Draws sorrowfully in the sand

I opened up, and set myself away

I must lose, eventually I will win

Instruments playing

Blasting every second

Palm of my hand is telling me

What I must think

And how I should react

Definition of a happy day

Is to be away from the peace

That is deceit

I know my time is up for hands

Before I lay my head on the cold dirty land

I look at the Palm

And now it’s calm

Life is different to all

If we know what lays in the sand.