Thought prints

They came and left – the thoughts. They didn’t linger. Small thought prints in the memory: a thought was here, but which one? 

I should go too, not looking for them, just go… for a walk, you know.

Wet Noise

It's a habit to walk and to look for a rhyme,
It's a song with the rain, by the rain about nothing.
White noise, wet noise, faster than any drum.
Diri diri diri rum.

Maybe the answer

Maybe the answer will come.
Maybe the question will go...

Second chance

You always get the second chance
But every time with someone else