Dressed in clothes that don’t fit me
Dressed in a uniform, I don’t understand
Dressed in a suit that does not suit me
How does a man
open himself to style?
As one gets closer to it
one feels this free-flowing energy.
In the darkness, undefined things, drop
where there is much sadness and misery.
Imagination, pulls action, like a spear-gun, underwater
dangerous, in the deep-blue
where your style, is not trapped
behind glass, but free-flowing
like the sea anemone, dancing, with the ocean currents
not talking about the past
not planning for the future
it is like your body
than your desire
like the unplanned adventure
like the setting sun
so the day
A magical place
where time stands still
so you can discover