When the wind breaks the branches of the trees.
The visitor believes all the trouble that he sees.
Naked nature shows it's worse.
The words are naked and raining..
They are draining down the gallops
Waiting for the shallowness.
No one knows.
As no illusion remains.
No sustain for the remotely entertained..
'What is going on the other side...' they ask..
Wishing for an escape from memory..
Which is forgetting in an essence.
A drop of black ink on a paper sheet.
But the sheet is liquid.
The words are not lighter
The world just turned darker..
I don't know..
But as all can be turned..
There is no way to earn this..
A trophy made from air..
They say it is invisible..
But it is just not there.,..
I don't know..
Could it be a suggestion..
Can you imagine this..?
A self-inflicted injury..
pure phantom pain.
A shot through the brain...
with thoughts of the insane.
Because my body tells me otherwise..
It says things like..
"Pfffft..".."Brrrp..".. and .."Sqsh."
I don't know..
Others interpret it as rude..
But it's just tryin'to love..
I don't know...
With the flow we go...
Down the river of love..
There are dead bodies floating in it..
The smell is horrible..
But it's fun in the boat...
Look..
Here comes the waterfaaaalllll....
I don't know...
Wether to cry of laughter..
Or laugh from shock...
And what that would look like in a mirror...
As an actor in the Big Brother Love Boat.
The forgetfull one...
He forgot to die...
He did not know..
And he did not didn't know.
He was to busy .
Masturbating...
Just like he knew...
And everybody watched...
I don't know...
Build a house...
Past the shore...
And let the pain..
Drift away...
Let it rain..
And wash it clean...
A breath of life...
A heartbeat of wonder...
A hiss..
A kiss..
A wonder...