I live on hold
in the queue
between the lines
I lose myself
on a daily basis.
An endless pause,
and I'm staring at my sandwich.
Through the revolving door
I follow one way
which never gives way
but back inside
and I receive myself
in silence.
An endless silence,
and I'm staring at my shoes.
Along the ring road
I get carried away
in the hypnotic passing of all those car hearts
they are on their way from A to B
and the asphalt sings
just for me
endless noise.
