i have been waiting
my whole life waiting

chocolate curls
soft as silk
playful and messy

it is said that waiting is the hardest part
boy, they are right

squared jaw
cut with dimonds
rosy and strong

i have been waiting
waiting my whole life

round lips
rose petals
cushion of kiss

it is said waiting is the hardest part
when will it end?

board shoulders
pringed by muscles
kissed by the sun

i have been waiting
when are you going to come?

wide hands
strong and caring
passionate devices of your own

it is said that waiting is the hardest part
though i don't really know

cause waiting is all i know

your blue eyes
deep as the ocean
moons in the sky

i have been waiting
you are so full of dreams

and i will wait and wait
cause you cannot be real
you cannot be truth
you cannot be mine

and waiting is all i know

dreams are free

so night and day
from raise and fall
in every open space
in every minute i hold

i dream

sometimes i am a bird
ready to go
eager to know
beautiful in the soul

but when the sharpshooter comes,
my bird is gone

sometimes i am a mouse
i am quick and i run
from corner to corner to hide
little and invisible

but the cat is always smarter, and snaches me in his claws

sometimes i am a cloud
i am free and soft
pure and lovely
i want to travel the skies from sun to sun

but then the thunder comes, and the winds blows my cloud

but only very rarely am i myself
a voice traped in a shell
a little girl lost in the woods
vividly frightened by the big fat wolf

but oh when the dreams come, myself dies
and oh i am happy, so happy

that the dreams are willing to save me from my wolf

"excuse me bu—"

it is always like this

"yeah, bu—"

the sharks sing
that we are free

"wait, di—"

yet you...

"no... no, i—"

yet you won't let me be

"is somet—"

you shut my mouth
there's wires on my lips

"what are yo—"

you sing the words you want to hear
and you pass them on to me

"didn't h—"

i was not a mute

"okay, bu—"

yet you made me one

"why don't—"

all there is to say
all there is to ask

all is gone into the night

"why won't—"

i cannot question
i cannot speak

i shall not bother
your unflawless speech

"ple—"

"please—"

no

"please listen to me!"

so you cut my tounge
piece by piece
shut my mouth, darling

"..."

there are oh, so many ways to speak!

the ocean is made
of tears and sadness

but i am inside a metal shell
safe and sound

it is all good, it is alright

though that is until the salt
kisses the shell

the oxidation lurks my metal shell
the smell of salt is evident
my eyes sting
i am seeing it come

the door of the shell flies away

blind by lighting
deaf by thunder
all around night
no stars
no moon
no light

and i have been here my whole life
it has all been a lie

i am pulling my way through this dark waters
trying to see
trying to free

oh but there is no way
the air drugs me with confusion

i look at the horizon
or what is left of it

i search and search
for a sign of light

what i catch are dreams,

and the secrets of my heart

which lay hidden somewhere dark
just so that,
not even i
and not even they
are brave enough to fathom
the beasts that sleep inside

and i see no land
i see not land
i see no land

my eyes are flashlights
my face a mess
of beauty standards
and hidden rage

i am a building
many people at the same
good evil none
all for different fame

i breathe co2
i drink gasoline in a cup
my skin is rough concrete
wires all the way up

i speak in machines
scream drills and hammers
i am all noise, chaos
what comfort is there in silence?

i dress in fake nature
plastic bags hold my pride
i take the control
but never once do i command

i am the cancer
on earth's lung
i am the darkness
tainting all black

i am what they call progess
but i am what prevents us from it
i am a mess of glass
and conctrete all in one

i may seem pretty and kind
creating opportunities all around
i build your home
just to tear the real one apart

and deep in the night
between the flashes and chaos
one may be able
to see a kind of nature
that it is still out of my graspe
but as selfish as i am
i blind you with my light
preventing you to fall
from a far-away love

do not look away
no, do not look at what truly is beautiful

because if you do
if you see how the water flows
or how the sun shines
or even feel the grass

you might forget me—
you should resent me
you must break me—
just so you can go back