I do not have any pain
I did not complain
How do we get out?
We met by a miracle
Let's flee to the West
This we can do
For the truth will **** us here
Our truth will end us
You are my life
I am your life
They built a wall round us
Round our city
To keep us in
But they cannot stop us
Will never control our hearts
Nor our will to escape
And prove them wrong
We will break their prison
And breach the wall

I live in two worlds,

one in my head, a fantasy,
a world created by my words,
a get-away, an escape from reality,

another, the authentic actuality,
a stark contrast to my verses,
in disparity with the picture in my head,

of how it's supposed to be

You don't have to go
But if you must,
Escape to a place
Where the cold winds blow,
A place of starry nights
And even better snow.

You are the contrast between the sun and its midday shadow
The quiet soul with the pulse of a deer caught in headlights
You carry your words in your throat, your thoughts in your heart
You feel like a wrecking ball waiting to be swung
But you are a reckless force, a mountain that never cries

You string the laughs of those closest to you to wear as bracelets in your worst of times
You dwell on the insignificant things because that’s where you divide
You are the east and the west meeting at a central line

You are here in the present surrounded by people
You tell stories and you listen, you laugh and you embrace
But your head is in the clouds somewhere far away
And you look towards the windows to remember who you are
You’re struggling to be present because you’re already somewhere far

The plague took away our spring
Warm sunshine and scent of buds
It split our intertwined roots and replaced them with the barriers made by chasm
The plague covered this dark night
Darker than the night is fear, hatred and arrogance
A little spark will be seen thousands of miles away
Extinguished by the tide of the crowd
People who carried their burning head had to extinguish these flames
Therefore the believers of them are lost again
Those who were suddenly shrouded in darkness, ran around, wanted to find the gap in the heavy curtain, or cover up their eyes, ears, nose and mouth
In the darkness, there is no light
Darkness spreads like raw oil carried by ocean currents
There is no way that the darkness has a border or escape
The way to fill the house was written in the fable* a long time ago
Someday ...