„Yours  truly“
Finished page, just sign the letter with your name.
Be careful, since you only have that one shot at this game.
No hurries
Once the whitey paper ***** in all the ink,
Lean back and pour yourself a glass of the very special drink.
No wine and no beer conceals the bottle
No headache nor vertigo next day
The memories will no longer hunt you down
Just take the road and let be shown the way.

There is too much to question
and too much aggression
I have a confession
it’s my indiscretion
Breath of a cancer
Touch of elegant dancer
Ego enhancer
But never an answer

Flashback
into the days when everything was black and white
when simply enough you could tell what’s wrong and what is right
Oh wait
that must have been another section of the book
because this chapter is what they unmercifully took
Browsing the shelves inside the library
Hoping to find the missing parts
The bookcases stare at you adversary
Sometimes you just don’t get the perfect cards

There was too much to question
and only aggression
through my confession
gone’s indiscretion
away with the cancer
exhausted’s the dancer
being the balancer
while seeking the answer

Too often
washing off everyone’s melancholy stink
wishing they would just one day ****** off and got a shrink
One’s mind
absorbs the good from people but the bad as well
on the outside, though, it makes sure that no one can ever tell
The book of the dead is not a fairy tale
And the book of life isn’t yet for rent
All there is left is to come up with a plan
On how to stand up when the body’s bent

Now this is the answer
this is the balancer
rise again will the dancer
whilst free of the cancer
no more indiscretion
no need for confession
void of aggression
rid of oppression at last.