fearing the foreignness
entering still, just to explore
leaving the warm certainty
loosing the new game
the highscores we made before
are a forgotten imagination of an invented name
bored by the new
excited of wrinkled vintage
getting lost in the try
to satisfy our needs
while searching for a ******.
reaching the top
of an endless gorge
behind you is what you want
in the fall is what you need
who of you would turn?
who would prefer a german Gift?
who will earn?
a Gift
like grass,
like leaves,
like the smell of these, sometimes
like the sea's, so green.
like the sky,
the tide,
merging in their insides, sometimes
like the sea's so blue.
the clue is to fly, from level to level
leaving all of the coins
keep place in your 60's pocket
for what
in a new level wont let you feel forlorn