Surely more than one of you have felt like this at some time, like a Fly on the tongue of a Frog

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Surely more than one of you have felt like this at some time, like a Fly on the tongue of a Frog

 

 

There is no 
movement 
in my mind
nor words 
looking for more words
my thoughts are dead
while I watch 
the walls
the lamp
the sleeping clock
and that closed door
that makes me feel
 like a fly 
on the tongue 
of a frog 
at the mercy 
of the voracious appetite
of the end of a dream

Where is my essence?
The bottle containing it
now is broken
only a slight aroma remains, 
so diffuse...

How to stop this reality
when Yesterday is  dressed  in badly laid bricks

How to retrace a path
lost in a discarded draft

How to avoid those stones  that I trip over 
even having changed my way

how how how