Tic-Toc, Tic-Toc,
The clock plays it's infernal tune,
No care whatsoever,
I wish the clock will stop.

Tic-Toc, Tic-Toc,
My stomach turned,
My heart dropped,
My eyes began to water.

I stare at the man before me,
The man who did wrong,
The man that caused me grief,
I look away, not wanting to look at him.

Tic-Toc,
I closed my eyes,
Listening to the ticking,
Wishing for it to be over

Left, Right,
Up, Down,
Backwards, Frontwards,
Everything is scrambled.

Like a labyrinth,
My mind is scattered,
I'm lost and confused,
I can't understand.

As I wonder,
My sanity is slowly going,
I'm saying things that people don't comprehend,
What has become of me?

I'm wondering thorough this labyrinth,
Not knowing the exit,
Praying for an escape,
Forever stuck in my own scrambled mind.

The countryside is laughing
lighted up with colours
and everyone notices
its fine appearance.
It has green dresses,
the field in spring,
with white
and red and pink buttons,
the blue blouse
sprinkled with yellow
and in the hair
garlands of stars and lights.
The day will run
saying that spring is born,
arm in arm with the countryside,
with a  basket of scents
and the tresses painted with the sun
and then there will be a party
adorned with flowers
and cobalt blue nights
the wind that bedews
with mild blows the sea
and the wayfarer that arrives
will take home a smile
to keep on dreaming.

14. 5. '14