The fine mist drifts onto the polished painted metal surface
A new beginning
The mind sifts through the past experiences
Sincere in its request to find happiness
The millions of minute water droplets each find
Their own sense of space perspective and wholeness
Time and life itself can be counted by the growth
Of the quiet explosions of damp air piling onto the roof
All along indebted to another the brother
Of my consciousness lies on that waterproof plain
Stained by one fine drop followed by one fine drop
Followed by one fine drop
Followed by a few more lines of repetition
An expedition into the nowhereness of those few moments
Of ink on paper of pen in hand
Of car parked outside the hotel's spa complex
Egocentric lives on the song of slightly open windows
Thoughts of a vehicle to rebuild a life a style a purpose
