A piece of me – always follows
suggested straight strategic line,
even if there is an ice-hole.
A piece of me – staying at home
in warmth, kitten curled,
when my obedient part
leaving for work.
A piece of me – never here at all,
soaring somewhere over the chores,
knows though the way back,
and when - to anchor.
A piece of me – still on the playground
riding the carousel of anticipation,
when ride’s completed – she’s expecting
to be placed on the real life project.
See, - I’m never the whole,
so if you, by chance, look in my eyes,-
you risk to land in one of my properties,
with days equal nights, equalizer like,
for I’m trying to stop
eternal swaying of seconds - ropes,
with little luck I travel on -