on my way to the south,
thoughts ( pensamientos, however it is spelled)
thoughts pass my mind one after another
in the most random order
like the fields pass these train
or the train passes the fields.
No! much messier than that
I am too sleepy for such a beautiful early morning,
mind tired of my to-do list.
although I know this list is never going to be seized.
I know, the only way to lose life is not moving.
I know the only way to peace in the chaos is “doing”.