Awoke by the calm respire
Of my room, a car passed,
Deep in the jungle of a street
And the window cried in pain.
Rose petals slowly fell onto a
Dusty table while the silence
Hummed an elegy.

Unbearable this life in exile,
I closed my eyes and walked
In the forest by a lake where
Trolls used to swim in moonlit
Nights sit on boulders and tell
Weird tales about monsters,
Those who occupied the day.

I listened from behind a big oak
Until a red squirrel squealed and
The trolls chased me by throwing
Conkers and shouting taboo words.
Afraid till I heard them laugh, only
A tiny monster they assured each
Other but didn’t swim again.