JOHN PLAYS THE GUITAR. THE BAND BEGINS TO PLAY WHEN HE STARTS SINGING
SLOWLY TURNING THE LAST DROPS OF COFFEE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CUP INTO A BIGGER ONE, I'M DREAMING OF THE JOY TO BE A GUITAR PLAYER
THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW A BREEZE FILLS THE ROOM AND FLOWERS SOFTLY MOVE IN SUNLIGHT THAT WAS ALREADY IN
I SIT DOWN AND SOMETHING HAPPENS OR NOTHING HAPPENS
FOLLOWING AN ENDLESS PLANE TRACE IN YOUR THOUGHTS
A RED DOT ENTERS MY THOUGHTS WHEN I CAN'T SLEEP AND MAKES THEM DISSAPEAR IF I FOLLOW ITS MOVEMENTS
FROM A BIT MORE DISTANCE A SHADOW HAS LIGHT ALL AROUND
VERY CAREFULLY THE BALLOON LEAVES THE PARTY THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STREET SIGN A FLOWER LOOKS UP VERY BOLDLY
LOOKING WITH AN EYE CLOSED PAST THE PAINTERS SILHOUETTE AT SMUDGES AND STAINS ON THE WALL FROM WHEN HE PREVIOUSLY WHIPED OUT HIS BRUSH, I, SOMETIMES, SUPPOSE TO SEE SOMETHING, SOMETHING THAT QUICKLY DISSAPPEARS AS WELL
WHILE STARING INTO THE DISTANCE SOMETHING PULLS ME OUT OF MY THOUGHTS AND THE LANDSCAPE IS SUDDENLY IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN
