I am a teapot

That can never stop pouring

And never run out

 

I pour my dreams

I pour my thoughts

I pour my memories

 

But where do I put them...?

 

Splash! They hit the floor

The tea swims through crevaces

Into the abyss

 

Down! Down they go!

Forgotten and replaced

By the endless stream

 

I... I have no teacup.

I have no place to keep the dreams

Except on broken white blankets

And a heart full of gaps

 

Only a pencil can draw the line

That keeps the tea from falling

Into the abyss

 

Only a pencil can draw the line

That stops the tea from flowing

Even if only for a moment

 

Only a pencil can bring me sleep...

 

If only I could write for the world.

If only I could share this tea.

Then I would not be sitting at this table

Alone

With empty thoughts

And empty chairs