How could you be all so sane
all walk in a line everyday
Wake up the same way
Use words the right way
How could you say things so right so clean
Like it is the same theatre scene?
How do you folks walk so straight
So tidy in one direction
Every single day
how do you keep on your plans
your promises in the past
You persist and your ideas last..
How do you calm down people
What is your trick
How could you not even get sick
I watch you
and you really keep every step in the same length
In the same trail
I see you and you put on the same shirts
And you can look the same
Dont you ever forget each others name?!
Why is it to me so strange.. so lame?
I see you everyday
In the street
Are you all ok?
Dont you ever want to just lose it and play?
Now you call it cliche what I say
Tell me why
You make feel
Like the only one who lost her way
Like the one who cant stop or stay
And I have never had any normal day?
I began where you did
ended up lost
What is that I missed out?
What was the fault?
Anyways it might be too late
I wish you all keep doing great But I cant wait
Somehow I even like this debate
But give me a sign, wave a hand
if you ever thaught the same
write me back
If you ever questioned the game
I feel love
for a man
who has a heart of mountains,
and his stones smell of another planet.
Today i am gonna write
So many lines
All hidden in my chest
Becasue they cant be spoken
Or at least i know no one who hears them
Lines which can only be written in letters
Most of the time
Hundreds of birds inside my chest
Want to sing
For more than 30 years
I am prisoning them.
holding them tight
Drown in my fear.
some days you can light fire in your heart
make it flame
let it go through all you
and play with water a little bit
and it disturbs your nature
when you seek the warmth anywhere outside of your chest
what are hormons?
crazy little evils in me sometimes
that without them I cant be a woman?
everytime I see her,
after a long time of not thinking where I come from,
I am born through a butterfly.
Prince and princesses everywhere
robbing the crown from each other
dancing with it a little
till the end of the night
then the night is over
and the crown is gone
in a flash of light, their existence loses all the reasons.
What are you waiting for
What day is it
For which you drag yourself over minutes
What is that day you are waiting for?
All those teachers
Disappointed in you
At least once a year
Oh so disappointed in you
Like you had promised them anything
You left their straight path of expectations
For a little step away
So then now they cant know what you are
They can be only disappointed in you.