A vivid green tree

and a sunset branch labyrinth

Annke's smile

and Bogi's inquiery

made me think

sit-down-and-think,

whether my story is already

written in a book

and I am sitting on top of its letters

like a leftover Eeyore

or a handmedown pink rabbit

unconcious of what supports me.

It could still be my

mother's chest.

Or my father's backpack.

These thoughts are

like gambling outside a casino

still feeling so secure.

Rabbit has a tree with his eggs

and Eeyore drinks at Prag central

I think that swan is happy

and I also have a rose to smell.

Who is to say

that the path is truly clear?

That's all, my friends...