Strange places next to home

Certain days demands escapes to a different city

Another place to put the restless mind and body

I choose the workers city south of home

A dirty place with a huge highway in the middle

In order to keep the workers mind focused

on work

The gigant harbour filled with containers and cars

The factory making trucks and the factory making medicine

To drug the world and make life filled with pills of different color

I love that place, poor people from all over the world come here

To seek the true unhappiness in a life filled with thing and matter

Are they happy, happier or just busy making a living

I do not know and I am not going to ask them

I let them get on with their life and feel happy that this

is not my home but a lush green place that is ok for a day or two

or more, enjoying the serene feeling of being a stranger in a land

That never been mine

Mind, soul and body

Quiet night, the reality is far away

I do not need to engage in anything

Create and listen, write, think

Ensemble myself together again

I am a little bit more me now

And it is ok

Soon I will lose myself again

But for the moment

I am more spirit than body