Gaze

The end of a life-time
that never began
Living in a dream
that merges with the night
Endlessly it seems
I have been walking on
I can´t think
what colours your eyes might be
It´s a haze
It seems I forgot your smell
In a maze
Colours left the world
On I go
and I gaze
over fields
where the wind
brushes the crop
and it sways
and is tenderly
caressed
and I want to sit in there
so I will be treated the same
I sit still at night
in a my stack of hay
On and on it goes
It seems that I´m a bad learner
and an even worst earner
Drifter
Shifter
Call me by my name
There is no shame
The last riddle
I couldn´t get solved
I guess I´m not stupid
but maybe not smart enough
One of these days
I might sit back and laugh
dearly
when it´s all open
and I can see clearly
what has been here
forever and always
Says the one
The son who
strays