You will not become any worse if you lose something…
You will also feel sorry…
For the tired horses that walk past…
You will never draw stars’ attention…
But you will raise your head and see…
The endless sky, shining with blinking stars…
Spread out lunar miles of mystery…
They will captivate you with their magnificence…
And you will be able to walk past beneath these stars…
To the city sidewalk blues…
It will be playing in your mind…
Until your soul rises…
Towards those ever-shining stars…
Across those lunar miles…
For ever….
Dirty fingers are always there in our life…
because when you are born they are always clean…
