Everything should’ve been spheres,
but it wasn’t, it wasn’t like that.
Everything should’ve been lines,
but it wasn’t, it wasn’t like that.
You should’ve been a thin circle,
but you weren’t, you weren’t like that.
I should’ve been a thin rhomb,
but I wasn’t, I wasn’t like that.
Grass, rocks, trees, birds
you are in all something else.
I watch myself, I hear myself, I smell myself
and it seems to me like I’m dreaming.