So… I was dreaming.
It was an old dream that came back to me.
It said: this is the end of a journey, big and white.
The beginning was small, green and hidden.
A lot has happened, but you know how you feel right now.
That makes the whole thing quite clear.
That is why I start right here.
Maybe sketch, maybe sell a Mercedes Benz.
Try to feel all possibilities again, a white sheet of paper, unwritten.
Draw my life.