Like a waylaid star, I’m shot
Through the vagabond spaces
Of time… would you allow me some rest?
Or do you want to follow me?

Breathing the air lost
Between events… between time… between us
Would you care for me?
Would you meet my look-alike?

Introducing myself hopelessly to all
Phantom devices of beliefs and existence…
Would you still like to know
Me tomorrow? Or talk to me?

I’ve keep my heart in my
Sketchbook… I know somewhere
It beats differently… come have a look.
You sure want to follow me?