Времето -
разтегнато
в своята относителност,
гъсто и лепкаво.
Пространството –
странно изчистено,
празно отдясно.
Мислите –
разпусната армия,
не знаят какво да захванат.
Сърцето –
в надежда притихнало
търси сърце,
в което да се оглежда.

...


И без никаква връзка, просто защото се сетих наскоро за тази песен, която много обичам:

The fool on the hill

Day after day,
Alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he"s just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning "round.

Well on the way,
Head in a cloud,
The man of a 1000 voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning "round.

And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do,
And he never shows his feelings,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning "round.

Ooh, ooh,
Round and round and round.

And he never listens to them,
He knows that they"re the fools
They don"t like him,

The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning "round.

Ooh,
Round and round and round

,,Мислите - разпусната армия'' - това стихо сякаш е писано специално за мен! Я ги виж ти, палавниците - луд умора няма!
Поздрави!

Може би мислите са тези, които воюват с този свят, а сърцето го приема такъв, какъвто е. Но има полза и от двата подхода. :)
А аз предпочитам лудите пред ... уморените :)))