# P02 Jam

I met you last week.  
You were young and prosperous.  
You drove your car with arrogance,  
Wanting to crush your congeners.
I was waiting next to you,  
A ghost in the mist of your sense.  
Just a furtive look at you,  
Not only to catch your eyes.  
I didn't know if they were sapphires,  
Diamonds, spades, or even black holes.  
I could have been swallowed,
Sent in a parallel world, in space.  
But I felt your strength, your will.  
You wanted to be someone else,  
Somewhere else, or maybe something,  
An object like everyone was at that moment.  
We were stones, we were drones,  
For the most evolved of us.  
We were caught in a river of magma,  
Yellow, white and red melted flames,  
Floating without aim or trying to find  
A goal, a destiny, a purpose.  
I forgot why I was there, looking at you  
Looking at another one, another stone.  
Just a morning like everyone in your life  
A different morning for me.  
Oh, I remember, it was to cure me,  
Maybe of what you where ill,  
Of our global illness, our craziness,  
Which kept us in that infinite flood.  
A drop in the ocean of time.  
Tic toc, someone is talking to me  
I can't say good-bye, I have to go.  
See you next time with your rage  
Your anger, my sadness, their frustrations.

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