Walk

On the 17th of February I set off
Where
Billows of smoke spread over the horizon
I leapt over books


People were laughing
My desire took me by the arm
I wanted to drive the houses back
Go faster
The wind
Of course I had to kill my friends


Night didn’t knock me down
I wrapped myself in my joy
Accompanied by the cries of tug boats
I didn’t turn back
There were so many lights in the resounding city


Returning all’s changed
I smashed my rigid ideas
Sold my sullied memories