i'm on the way to the barbershop

you're always/going to be /on a transition/ and i feel so charged now /with magnetic fields /just cause you liked /landscapes over conversation/even if i always doubted that//

and i'll be your bridge/not because you cannot /walk on water/but because /you think there's pain/in this river /where i'm always bathing/when actually you just wanted /to make it to the next /soviet city//

and if you ask yourself /what's in that for me/well think about/ me always sucking down the poetry/while licking wounds//

i enjoy your strong face /almost disney like/forever and now/mostly/all of the time/till i move /to the next river /to sing in while bathing//

so now in the end /i just hope/you're not hoping/you could have avoided/the bridge i am.