somewhere there's a thirst
that penetrates my thoughts
and makes me do things
i know i shouldn't do.
somewhere there's a reason
for all the twists and turns
for going in circles
and watching the stars stand still.
it sounds like the world
rushing by, outside my window
even though i know
it's only a train.
one small cluttered room
is too much for this time
and so i pretend to leave it
even though i'm still right here.
Eliah Hecht, February 2003.