my head is silent sensations change with every other person who pa**es me by windy days remove the leaves that fall has left on empty streets and now they fly like birds it's getting cold and Monday is blue but suddenly the sun has risen in this crowded lonely city I'm getting urges to there's water on the sidewalk and some huge grey clouds perfectly mirror down my feet my head down slowly change its posture and now I look straight at someone I recognize as a theft leaves have fallen and stay as part of the ground my movements seem slower 'cause fear dangerously approached hey, what are the chances? hey, how in the world I came to this? must I get rid of this? today this place is full of broken umbrellas people are running fast to be under a roof the air inside my lungs is clear, but you polluted the time and the quietude I was supposed to be in now