I was
Hanging on the stairway to dreams
My pockets full of hope
My soles heavy
Wondering
How far are the stars
I used to
Wander by the little forest,
Glimpse at the houses
Facing the sun
Dream about a white house
With the windows facing the sun
And a white hidden porch
Through violet garlands
Now I am
In the big forest
In a white house
With the windows facing the sun
And a white hidden porch
Through violet garlands
Surrounded by trees
Sparse trees, full of weeds
High to the clouds
Of love and fairy tales
In a changing world
A universe in motion
Passing, like a song,
Gently,
Through my hands and my heart
However, here and now
Musing fire flies
Are fervently pushing each other
In front of my dazed eyes
In the midsummer night
However, here and now
Revolutionary thoughts
Struggle and jump into each other
Sisters of good and the bad,
Randomly tied up
In a yellow bouquet,
Blinding me
However, here and now
There is not only one second that passes by
Without me taming
A cold shiver
Flowing down my spine
However, here and now
I'm still hanging on the stairway to dreams
My pockets full of hope
My soles heavy
Wondering
How far are the stars
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