Nowhere is now here
I am going nowhere, dressed with my dreams.
Dreaming to tears, hard as death in spring.
Dreaming, torn between here and there.
Where, finally nothing looks like nothing.
Dreaming until I can’t speak any more,
maybe just a bit with the tip of my eyes,
watching me unchallenging
believing I wasn’t in need
dreaming even too much
dreaming even bad
when all is