Road is bumpy, thoughts fall over,
They cannot do a single step,
Your face is prisoner in a high tower,
The bridge is facing a real gap.
...
Slowly rises the Sun:
Weird days that hurt!
Escaped from the fun:
The silence hit the bird.
...
Mad reality cracks the cheap dream,
Your face is diving into white mud,
Butterfly rustles on whithered shoulder,
My sigh is painless as a cold flood.
...
Hanging high all these skies
Shield the life in soft cradle,
The Blue touches and hits my eyes,
What I can see is a black candle.
...
She dances on my ropes,
With her run-trained super legs,
The stress stretches my hopes,
The lost roads make my maps.
...
Here comes the Sun,
The Mother of the warmth,
But where is the fun:
Stolen by the worms.
...
Pupil Of Ethernal Training = P.O.E.T.)
Brain-Down Lock
Road is bumpy, thoughts fall over,
They cannot do a single step,
Your face is prisoner in a high tower,
The bridge is facing a real gap.
Seeing pictures: snapshots of life,
Grasping nothing that can matter,
Gazing thru the real world twice,
I learn an alphabet without letter.
No words who dare to paint a love,
I freeze my mind down to the hell,
Fake is the brightness calling above,
There is though only one name to spell.
Volatile wisdom blowing the air,
Acquired chances embrace the mind,
Let the grey heart be a bit fair,
I need to see then what I'll find.
Respect the idiots. Without them versus whom would you be wise and smart?