I close my eyes in silence and I wait
To hear the words that come out of my mind
I cannot move and can't anticipate
What will be next and what's there I might find.
It's like the act of balancing on rope,
I have to be here but not be here too,
I just have to be patient and to hope
That something will emerge to give to you.
And I am not allowed to fear or threat
For if I do the well will surely dry
And all the words that you and I will get,
Will be as false and hollow as a lie.
So I try not to think but just to hear,
And write down all the best lines that appear.