time and time again
   I repeat the same refrain
       where is the source of time
       when gone - where is it lain
           time slips from our fingers
           why is it so  ...  in vain

time is all we need
time is all we breathe
time is all we waste
                                 time in all its haste

time to make a life
                               to live
                                   to love
                                       to chase

                          wander, wonder
                laugh, admire
     own, buy, lose ... hire

          all we do, we do in time
to make the last... that last line rhyme
                            ...

life seems to have
lost its bearing, but I hope
to find my compass soon
so the map yet again can
                     lead me astray

my inspiration
      and worldly alligation

      seems gone
like a vivid eluscation

       writings in thin air
                as mindful retardation

slivered like a broken mirror
     of lost fantastication

my mind feels empty
    my mind feels blank
        like bound for a fall

        my body feels drained
           like sunk in a tank
             of nothing at all

my father went on a journey long
inside his head and mind
for months he weighed and stayed away
we wondered for what to find?

at last we had to talk it through
the future and what life's about
he said his mission had been to clear out
what he missed... or could live without

it turned out he was uncertain
about many things in life
but me he did not miss a bit
it cut me
                          like a knife...

timeless motion in the direction of
optimism grabs me by surprise as I

   dream of long gone futures
        raging forward into the past
             always venturing into the rather
                  wild parts of my subconcious

after eternity we will be

                                         leaving for the stars in
                                   interesting fashion with really
                               no time to waste on our seemingly
                                               endless journey

pure emptiness filling
          every heartbeat in a
               never ending
                    dream
               as the dark of
          night slowly turns ... bringing us back
                                                      togeth­er

Chilly beauty of misty
               old rainbows dancing
     next to the end
casually moving in
     exhilarating circles
          packing senses like
               thin white water
                     in free fall
              over and over, still ...
                                                     *new