Neumond
Zum Auftakt des neuen Mondmonats
werden die schillerndsten Blumen,
für ein oder zwei Atemzüge,
im Schatten der Nacht verschwinden

Schattenblumen

I’ve been thinking about my life
How much I’ve been destroying my pride
And realizing how many emotions I’ve tried to hide
Am I a jester for wearing that mask
You won’t know my feeling until you ask
But even then it might remain a secret
I won’t show but maybe tease it 
Who am I kidding, this is my face of poker
Don’t get the wrong idea, I always believed that I was the joker