Längs med Slussplan

Orosmoln viskar vax i mitt öra

Tårar av vårvind, skrik bakom 

Solen misstänker byggnader som gör staden till det den är

Visual dust crying pink

Breating, silver, posters

Open doors where the stars are growing

Fearless, sparkling, introvert

Red shades of yesterday

Notes in peace, crawling around

When everything just bubbling white

Tired sun flower seeds walking in fear

Electric hair tests whispering beyond

Broken thought are drifting through

The wind leaves footprints on roof tops

Hearty dust screams on the open road