Strange summer.
Hardly talk to anyone
Every day I plan to go out
and stay in, stay with books, music,
stay with the silence.
This fantasy repeats itself every day:
The phone rings and someone tells me
I'm gonna die soon.
It is like a practice run,
but reality will be different.
I am very calm, in the present.
I know I will act when the time is right.
I look forward to new experiences,
the future is just another present.