Bitter dream

(on the rooftop)

Hey!
- What is it Steven?
We can walk right in, man!
- But still I'm blind man, still!
Never mind the snow in ya head Paul, there's a life out there to steal. Lets not be silly bro!
- Dirty livin, never kill the pain. OK, lets hit... the stairs.

(driving in the Cadillac)

Steven, have you ever been lucid while awake?
- Awake? (laughter)... dunno man, dunno... ya know, i'm mixed up in my... shoulder top. You know me well, Paul...

I think that it was a dream. I saw my girl. She falled dreaming on the kitchen sofa, waiting for me. She had some writings. Something like a letter, saying: “If you would come back again, it would take away this pain, but I don't know if you ever will...“

- And?

And what? Nothing. I'm there, always. I guess. But... forget it man, just'a dream. And I remember...

- What?

I was driving down the road, in the midnight hour. I saw a man, samo lonesome hobo or something like that. Drinking and smoking. I waited awhile. He turned around.
I saw that man is me...