it’s just subtle cranes flying in my head like in an empty dark room hitting walls with their peaks bodies wings feathers unkown dimensions unknown weights who’s their flight to judge me

sometimes it’s just plain air stuffed in cases as they seem pretty heavy to me just a man so tired of telling common sense whispers to nonsense thirsty cranes

sometimes it’s an one-eyed fish staring at me ‘no, I’m not God’ it seems to say yet I’ll never know what it was about to say as you might already know fish don’t eat broccoli they’re just annoying the ocean with their fishing stories about how they chased down a flock of seagulls

sometimes it’s just a small character unable to fit his role trying to sneak into my life

who knows maybe someday even steal it

who knows maybe someday is today