Walking along the boulevard
there's nothing much but a deck cards
inside my mind,
these different thoughts of mine.
my emotions are rather blind,
just dots on a wavy line
which giggle and wriggle
they're just trying to pass the time.
So I shuffle my deck of cards,
watching these passing cars,
thinking of how different life must be on top of mars.
What're all these cars thinking?
What is making their drivers driven?
The absurdity of it all makes mars seem like the kitchen
of my childhood home where nobody was on a mission.
Nobody was fishing, nobody was missing
Nobody was angry, and nobody was smitten.
Where did all that go?
Then the bright red man above the cars, turns to white.
I collect my deck of cards
and continue towards the light.