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Maximilian Stein Mar 2019
The border between chaos and order,
Whats your secret, how you don´t freak it?
just how did care - so free - hover mid-air?

Go stay aware of yourself,
Blow it on the higher shelf!

Flying so high above can´t even see,
What used to be my sky mind
Paved away - turned eye blind.
Broken back plus dirt - I find
Grow into this bye-bye kind

even cruel ghosts, playful companions,
Mistook death for happiness.
Paved away - turned eye blind.

So full, yet empty, king of a wasteland,
Listen, you hear a song - just taste bland,
"Zero Zero" by The Big Brass Haste Band

Why you smiling?
Something you did?
starts to sting, kid?
try - dont fling it

Don't look at yourself, now
Don't test your strength, now

Want to grow faster than time makes me,
Want to run faster than my body takes me.

Secrets, knowledge accumulated,
disconnecting the great connected,
Between you and you,
In better times long ago, hidden - found,
On what has become forbidden ground.
symbol, abstract, free, flow
Maximilian Stein Nov 2018
little boxes
surrounded by crosses
good intentions
surrounded by yourself

people pour,
in they go,
do good do good
come out,
all the same.

i am one there
become all the same
weak now, I wonder
indifference is my game
i have gone there

can´t find an end
neither a beginning
my mind been bent
stones against a wall ´flinging.

drained, cant be blamed
realised too late,
wanted myself framed.

spinning in and out,
forever turning
been looking for years now
seen nothing so far

But the images inside keep flashing
keep making me thirst for it
i want it all for ever
this greed for more,
made a madman for the past

burnt the map to the well
dont need it, i have my own cell
thieves drink my crystalline water,
been accused of manslaughter
hard to be victim and doer
clear water long down the sewer

Burn down my house,
**** my friends,
worship my self

so hard to handle
throw myself out
forget my loveliest colour
poison it with saliva

I am being marched into a dead end
by an army of me

where can I find somebody?
where can I find myself?
to blame it all on

— The End —