discrete connected thoughts is perplexed and brave looking for light is tired lights a cigarette and finishes is dark cannot see anything but is standing resists the constant deadly repetitions the world is so big apparently not for everyone putting the first flower pot by the window is the first sign of hope doesn’t know the story of the shadows doesn’t pays attention to the morning is afraid of the unknown shines a sign of being and living the drop drips the green leaf shakes the drop drips the green leaf shakes shines a sign of being and living shines a sign of being and living doesn’t pays attention to the morning is afraid of the unknown is afraid of the unknown