One, two, three, four, five, six.
Where have I arrived at? – Why am I here?
I cannot get back! – Why did I leave the pier?
Where is this place? – Where are you now?
No mobile signal in space, and no one around
Not a passing car, all businesses are closed
No satellite, no star and no wallpaper exposed
Not a letter was send, nor will the post arrive
Four walls with no door or window to spend time
And you, where are you? Wherever you are, stay!
I don’t want to forget you, but I’m just too far away
You cannot find where I’m at. – It’s goodbye dear
I cannot get back! [again] Why did I leave the pier?
Some would say: That’s life! “five senses into one strife”
Within a body vacuum: An endless room, a dot, a zoom
Six, five, four, three, two, one.
© Ricardo Sexton