The Isreali Drifter

Some things can take me aback
And in slow motion I get side tracked
Sometimes I manage to return

Sometimes
I think about the past
Knowing that I can relax
I inhale but I don’t catch air but dreams

So I pave my road with blue bricks
Somehow they turn into stairs
Then I exhale and my dreams go away
Making me seep through the blue
Lose ground and fall

I wish I had only knew