tomorrow it may rain
it may rain a lot
tomorrow you may change
you may change it round
tomorrow will be fine
will be fine as well
whatever
it can take care of itself
tomorrow will be great
in its way
I don't care
tomorrow is not great
in its shape
I don't mind
the pines caress my hair and burn with green
the solid wall is yielding just for me
carry on
I'm stuck in the middle of a holy wood
I'm stuck in the middle of holy June
today I am ready to die
having becircled this near
I think I can really go far
not the worrying kind
todie I am ready to day
November perhaps on my way
I'm stuck at the Holiest Heart
not the worrying kind
29/06/2011
