Strange Spaces - Bokka

quiet murmur in the lobby

villa bathroom, bright and empty

abandoned parking garage in the fall

water dripping on the prison floor

big train station, rushing hours

forest valley, lasers in the sky

wine cellar hidden under high school gym

summer rain like drums, open field

memories bottled-up n the sounds

traveling through my mind in and out

sitting back on the couch I recall

every strange distant space you felt home