Time being wasted, no journey recorded but the commons
The silences is broken,
by the show of the wind
Not knowing the earth
is unconscious
Playing with its rhyme, enjoying the melodies of the nature
Again, a wind blows against the commons
Nothing being shown expecting annoyance
Without the drama of earth
Commons are common
Common thought common action common stuff
Commons exploded, distinct remain
Nature stays out of sight
Hiding behind the bars of blue sky
It’s not the commons
Staring at the mediocre looks nothing but upset
The drama continues
against all commons
The odds remain
Remain silent, remain
loud, remain playing the commons
It’s all odd against the remaining commons
Wait…
Not poems or something, just mumbling...
Half time England- Sweden, EURO 2012.
