people are screaming
people are crying
people are dreaming
people are dying
…
people are fighting
people are shaking
people are hiding
people are aching
…
people are leaving
people are staying
people are breathing
people are praying
people are screaming
people are crying
people are dreaming
people are dying
…
people are fighting
people are shaking
people are hiding
people are aching
…
people are leaving
people are staying
people are breathing
people are praying
If you want to live your life –
take some scissors, take a knife,
cut away your past
and make your present last
…
Make all moments count
move around without a sound
shake away your worries
by saying all your Sorrys
…
Not the things you did before –
being a psycho, being a whore,
define your heart, your soul today.
This was all okay
…
I have stabbed another person,
burned a bathroom shower curtain,
lost my mind, but got it back
I just had a crazy brain hack
What you believe is real
is a dimension of diversity
and what you see and feel
is your own great philosophy
…
Who – God knows – will unterstand
what is on your mind
when you do not have a friend
who says that you’re not blind
…
Not blind to know the truth
that life seems just a circus
full of things that you can lose
– consider it and choose
…
the way you wanna try to behave
untill you’re lying in a grave
The Window Woman always watches all the world through windows
Then she thinks to understand how life goes
Everyday she’s in a bus
and staring through the glas
She sees the people walking by
but she herself is just too shy
She does not even really know
if she’s in a Truman Show
what she expects to see
is what she herself can’t ever be:
Exciting and interesting.
What is true love?
From heaven above?
Can I find it in the streets?
Is this what she needs?
Can I find it in the water?
Will it be around the quarter?
Is it lying in a grave?
Is it riding any wave?
What do you believe?
Do you hope or do you grieve?
Can you see it in the sky?
Or is it just too shy?
*Written and drawn myself