sometimes I dream
that I have a house,
somewhere in a forest
and dark wet trees are straight
like arrows there.
there is no fear
and I can do whatever I want
and I’m free
‘when I grow up’ - I’m listening to
When I grow up? - I’m asking myself
sometimes you don’t need a forest,
a city,
a planet
to get hopelessly and desperately lost.
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