Crossing the street.
I am not that good anymore.
Central balloon.
Beyond the yellow moon.
A long way to go.
People in need.
Being heard.
God's fuel.
The foreseeable future.
You travelled so far.
Always worrisome.
It struck me as religious.
Somebody took you away.
Without a fight you're gone.
It was you alone
who understood
the evening.
Explain nothing.
Now she cries.
The population has collapsed.
Cast one eye around.
The other one to the ground.
None of your measures worked.
Look at your hands.
Someone touched you.
You lost me.
I am seeking permission.
Welcome whatever happens next!