My way out of space and time

Breaking walls of limitations

Not knowing anything

Not knowing where I go

Wandering like a gypsy

With words in my pockets

White little stones I throw in a mysterious and confusing forest

To find my way off the highway

Strolling like a wise kid

Who picks wild berries under the full moon

Jumping from branch to branch like a busy squirrel

Who goes to hide nuts for the winter and then forgets where they are

Lost as words under the snow