Being lost in the street is a pleasure
Even if it means walking the same street 7 times, 5 hours

Being lost in your soul and mind
Being lost with your heart
I don’t invite

While being lost in the street
You can forget things
Your past and the future

While being lost in the mind
You have to bring the past
The present and the future all on the same table

The other day I was lost in the street
It was for 3 good hours
But I was not really lost
I had a work to do, to look for the names of the streets
The names of the roads and the signs on the avenues

I wish there were names of each streets
Inside my mind too
So that I can find the right house, the right home
On time and out of time
No matter what