Resturant

I keep sitting on the chair across the table

A table for two, in a restaurant

The lights are dim, the sounds circle

And the faces before me keep on changing

I try to recall what their names were

And it’s already too late to ask again

I have no clue who I am with today

And I have no memory who was there before

I don’t know what they have been saying

Their voices sound so far and distant

My words fall out without a meaning

And leave no traces on my soul

Yet, I am here and I am talking

And I smile at them, to make it sure

My eyes fail to catch up with my lips

And my mind is too crowded to take any notes

Yet I am here, and I am talking

And people come, and people go

There is a painting of a Chinese fisherman

Hanging opposite to me on the wall

And the ceiling is all painted black

The walls around me, dark red

Everything seems to be moving in circles

And I am watching along with the walls

These walls, may have seen many faces

And I may have seen... even more

The voices might have echoed through these walls, 

trying hard to get across

But the walls … are walls!

So, I am watching along with them

I have no clue who I am with today

And I have no memory who was there before

I am a silent part of the background

Peeking through the fisherman’s eyes

Echoing the noise of forks and spoons...

And the words, that hit the walls of my heart

I watch over them all black, like the ceiling
dead, deep inside

People come, People go

People come, People go

I am no man’s home