Dressed in mama's nightgown
skating in the middle of the street
and making long journeys
with trains in the attic, yet
if someone later says

It was already there
you know, don't you?
Twelve years old...
two four six eight ten
who is not gone, is seen

just look around you:
people are on their way
all of them passengers
in a private seat joining
the flight to the same

the travel rules are clear
put on the safety belts
for extras, you have to pay
but love and fate
are nowhere for sale

then shrug your shoulders
and start talking about something else
because reason demands that
you don't take anything personally
even if it is about you