No again that's not what I meant to say:
I want something more form the day
Which eventually leads to night
Something
beyond the routine
Something
That comes out of the wall
A magic genie
Or something
I want miracles
I want ecstasy
I want to hear something
Which shatters
Not my sleep
But my soul
Out of its lethargy
But perhaps
I am much too old
For such nonsense
Now it is ironing
Washing the dishes
Ad restoring
Some broken clocks