It's somehow if
somebody had written
on a piece of paper
the next three things
that you should do
tomorrow,
and he had sent you to the post office,
to buy a big envelope, red,
and to deliver them to you,
with your address,
your personal data,
printed on the stamp,
not to be lost.

It's somehow if
you had listened very carefully,
and started to run, as fast as you could,
to the stables,
to put the saddle
on your favorite dolphin,
in that way you will cross the first one at stops,
and the traffic lights will smile,
in the same language,
red,
in time,
maybe you don't need anymore the envelope,
and for sure,
those three demands will be printed
on your sleeve,
and from here to the skin,
and from there to the soul.

Now you understand the final,
it's somehow like,
your dolphin would not die from lack of water,
your heart would always know
the next three things that have to be done,
and the shortest road to the post office,
will remain
unfinished.