Dear friend,
I’ve lost my way going south…
trapped in a dream that is not really mine
building bricks to build up the Wall
people are wrong
tell me who you are,
I need music
my voice will it suffice?
when in the craving
I fill up the cases
and then fade in some way…
my fingers blue
my sight alright
are there any purple stars?
dancing
with
my
heart
there is not much light
on the other side
of the line I followed from the start;
Love –
how do you measure
how can one know
the steps you have taken
the strings you have severed
brought you any closer
or made you whole,
a simple choice
her hand is made of white noise…