Many mysterious jars

fill my fridge

my life

Maybe one day

I'll try on Macondo life

just to label everything

If you'd managed

to come up with a question

The answer

is already within you 

Of course

You may come 

only to read air 

of spring A jazz

Чай не предлагать

Feasting on mountain colours

zipping past the clouds

Miles hand cutting past digits

like the smooth timbre

coming from the speakers 

Kids chilling in the back

This is a happy place

Disregard me screaming in the isles 

the night before

Laziness is only

that

which doesn't entice

responsibility