• Air
    Through my hair
    Wind on my cheeks
    Legs moving fast
    Through all the streets
    The sky is not
    the ground is not
    The air is not
    The people are not
    it is only me
    Flying on the ground
    There is never any sound
    But the breathing from my lungs
    And the roaring air above
    The tears are not
    The laughter is not
    The pain is not
    The anger is not
    It is only me
    And then I stop
    And all that was not
    Can once again be
    it is no longer "I"
    But once again "We"
    And the world can be solid again
    No blurs across my vision
    The Problems can be solid again
    And I must once again fix them