Plastic snowflakes are falling from the knived sky
Mirrored plates are braking from the wavy tables
Three cracked moons are spinning like in carousel
And between them - a swan without eyes are looking for glass balls
Sometimes
There is a wish to never wake up
A wish to disappear in silence
To become a city without people
Sometimes
There is a wish not to understand anything
To cover oneself with net of calmness
To become an ice of a lake
Spaces covered with clovers become hands without wrinkles
Scissors take and start to cut plates pressed from dreams
Dolphins sleep on the shores made their beds of spilled ashes
Dead acrobat is standing between trails of an aircraft carrier
Sometimes
There is a wish to never wake up
A wish to disappear in silence
To become a city without people
Sometimes
There is a wish not to understand anything
To cover oneself with net of calmness
To become an ice of a lake
