You're telling me
You're the glacier
And the mountain range.

Your molten core is burning,
Your walls are echoing,
And the river is crying out.

This was indeed
A big elephant all along.

Do not speak of the lice
Or the mice,
Don't wanna hear a thing
There is a world in me.

And I know you know it well.

White wool
Innocently placed
Slowly moving away
Pulling me

What happened to me?
A change of lens
Sit and rest
Sit and stare

Splats and blots
They have no time
They picked up speed
Pulling me

Snap out of it
Neverending dream
Sit and rest
I used to

A change of scene
Colder breath
Leashes mercilessly
Pulling me

I lost strength
In the night
I know what awaits
I know what awaits

Wheel never stopped
Not even once
Teared my flesh
Stopped pulling me

Hello
(For the thousandth time)
Yes and no
(Like always)
What happened
What was it
What was what
(Sigh)
Where?
Meet you there.
Bye
(For the thousandth time).

Pieces
Packed and
Held close.

Carried along and
****** in with every chance.

The streets
Tired they picked up
With the wind.

But they listen
And they take notes.

I'm sorry
I can't talk back.

The only way for me would be to-

I grip the freezing fence
As the stream carries.

I'm glad for your tales
And your songs.

I'm here now
But I'm coming with them.
I'll join them
on a long trip
to relive
and to feel.

Once again,
I was there.

Expect
And do your worst
Come.
Come again.
Come again now, I'm
So tired.

The recipe
There.
There is.
Just there.
Right there.
But there is
Not a thing to be found
Not a thing to be heard.

Entrance response didn't came,
sunlight slept beneath,
where time lived.

Name your future took,
rapid like the wind,
which spirit is weaving in there?

The time ripped
from forever permanent yards.
Hint is in this one.

More dappled surfaces lined the houses
after sound,
breathing remained.

The garden shadows,
the paid sigh.

Vivid newspapers,
witness the little torpedo harbor,
one submarine remained,
dumb slowed freighter,
attacked enemy stumbled out,
ship abroad.

Over the Potsdam grew
citizen webs,
unassertive served
the aborted death.

Feed it.
Find something else to say.
Among them
I am not
Your little voice.

It's an act and
Now you are . . .

When there's nothing,
Not even midway through,
Out with it.

Just how long
How much more
It's probably better this way
Probably.

That's the wrong way, you fool
Just how much
Damage could I cause
If I turned the wheel.

It's not only about you,
Is it?
A breeze slowly pushes you
They love you; they watch after.

A slow impulse
Burning only bright enough
To keep me warm
To keep me wanting more.

Wrong words.
What are you saying;
You're making this up.

See through,
What's the plan?
From the depths,
One step behind.

Listen, I'm thinking.
Fragments and backward vacuums.

Walking billboards,
Part of you is searching
For the meaning.

Don't trust.

I'm tired.

"But the something said nothing",
severance had long
gave what you forgot,
searching to do it donned.

Island mountains and
worried sea
were much more difficult,
gravity's waiting,
anything handles.

I checked the shop,
opened the register,
guilt cracking counter.

With nobody nearby
down there was a treat.

All the agents were passing out,
disgruntled by her book.

Your capitulated routes,
small headed mountains,
that's where the real 'no one' is.

Strip off,
Stop pulling, you don't know.

Strip off,
Stop pulling, all the questions.

Strip off,
Stop pulling, It's simple:

Strip off. Stop pulling.

Take a look,
Do you know?

Bug off,
Keep moving behind the glass.

Scattered voices say:
"What's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen."