The Nut

For a long time I've seen the same picture.
But it's always changing.
Changing from day to day, but still I live in the same frame.

I'm going foward but still it moves back.
I love to hear the silence, to see the yellow light from far.

I travel in time, I travel in culture.
The only thing which is packed is patience.
Paying my trip with a smile.

Like a ghost no one noticed I left.
Spoked with silence, tried to make them to hear.
 Met new smiles on my way.
Created a new life when I finally got to the freezed picture.