The songless bird

From all the turtles in the world

I chose to love a songless bird

From all the pebbles in the sky

I chose The catcher in the rye

From all the buzzing honey bees

I chose a chocolate cake with cheese

From all the priests and holy faces

I chose a pair of shoes with laces

From all the disciples of Zen

I chose Catwoman & Batman

From all the mountains in Nepal

I chose to smoke some red Pall Mall

From all the famous Jedi Knights

I chose to read Wuthering Heights

From all the roads made of red bricks

I chose a detour in Twin Peaks

From all the heroes in Egypt

I chose to die in my own script

From all the sea horses and fish

I chose an Apollonian dish

From all the common bucket lists

I chose the woman with no fists

From all the flowers in the field

I chose the house that Jack once built

From all the mornings in September

I chose the one not to remember

From all the hells and purgatories

I chose a bag of rusty worries

From all the nasty cuts and stings

I chose to hide under your wings

From all the books of poetry

I chose Serghei & Dimitri

From all the horses, mules and sheep

I chose to haunt your beauty sleep