I want to unthink some things

To clear away the sewage

Let me undecide the decided

As if time were fluid

And I could swim

In any direction

What a horrible fantasy

That dream would be

To walk in the forest of the past

Is to become lost in false familiarity

Because it all looks the same

But everything is different

Like returning home

After 50 years has passed

It’s not yours anymore –

You left.