I've been told that I should be thinking.

It appears, that this is a mirage.

My current situation neither is current nor really mine.
I don't even know, what I have to do with it.

Crazy people should have their good days, too. It would make us normal.

Do you care
Or do you want?

People are strange,
You are normal,
What does it say about you?

At the beginning there was the Universe,
Where your naked Alter Ego was looking at you endearingly,
And then finally you got up,
Having as your first to-do some cloth shopping.

We are alone in different beds,
Making the random and desperate bets,
Having nightmares, desires and etc.

It is a small wonder and a big surprise,
After old nightmares to see a new sunrise.

I am writing, you are not reading,
It somehow seems very fitting
For my book and our love.

My rainy thoughts
Are trickling down,
They are tickling me
And making wet my town.

Having said this,
Having done that,
Let me just go mad.

I think about you,
I try to be with you,
At times I am like you,
Where are you?

I am looking at you,
You are looking an me,
Till a tender lookdown.

So, now you think. How does it feel?

It still seems difficult and it still is impossible.

There's no soft option of trying hard.

There's too much of reality. Here, take mine.

Stars are beautiful, people are... well, people are there, too.

Certain things and even words exist only to drive me crazy.

This sacred power to get out of bed in the morning... If only I had it.

Sometimes I dream that I can sleep.

To live happily and forever is somehow tempting.

I woke up, opened my eyes and did a factchecking. The only thing after this was to close my eyes and to go back to sleep.

For each timid day
There is only one foxy night,
With a fleeting hope for eternal love.

It's simple,
Things are just too difficult to be easy.

There's no bin
For the wasted time.

For each timid day
There is only one foxy night,
With a fleeting hope for eternal love.

We will be forever together,
Unless you are a real person.

In my life, from the right to the left,
There is nothing right
And there is nothing left.

To look important or relevant,
You have to look human in a friendly way first, Remember this.

Let's go to Mars,
Let's have all our usual problems there, on Mars too,
For a change.

I love you,
I love you peer-to-peer with no trusted third party.

It took me an eternity,
To love every second.

I can tell,
That you're like a spell
Only I spell properly.

In order to proceed,
Do it.

Any straight line
Is pointless.

Crowded areas have a magic attraction
Of things going on,
People going in,
Events coming out.

March is a month of waiting
For something after March.

Yellow is a colour of craziness,
Blue is a colour of sky,
I look in my window, and oh my,
I only see yellow, very yellow sky.

In this world, made out of buildings in plastic and stone,
There's nothing to complain about
And even less to atone.

Your sexuality is spread all around the room,
Reflecting in your seemingly colds looks,
In your casual words that aren't true,
That's like an invisible wall
That I'm going to softly run through.

When I close my eyes,
I see myself with the closed eyes.
It's somehow defying the purpose.

Do you see what I mean?
- No, I can only hear it.

You get what you get,
You deserve what you deserve,
Any correlation between both is constantly eaten away by the growing entropy.

I'm coming home and asking my clock,
How was its day.
For some reason, it's driving the clock mad.

Here nearly everyone is broken inside,
Luckily,
The friendly shining sun doesn't know it.

Every nose knows,
What a smell can tell.

Once in a while, you forget that they have your file,
Once in a while, you remember how to smile,
Once in a while, all the world has your style.

Apparently, you can't walk away from yourself,
But you can come back to you,
Shouldn't this be a comforting thought?

That night, you came into my room,
Where I was sitting and smiling,
We looked at each other, two people under the Moon,
Both bursting from laughing.

I think,
Therefore I am fed up with something.

In this life, it's important to understand, that no orange would peel itself.
But you also should never forget, that normally no orange has any desire to be peeled.

Weird repetitions is what's keeping me curious and alive,
I'm telling you,
There is something else behind all this smoke-screen.

An eerie road has come to a stop,
And at the end of the stop
Is standing a mob, in masks, and barring the road in town,
I hope, that masks are only because of the local lockdown.

To smile or not to smile,
That's a bitter choice.

We could all die,
We could all live,
We could all go crazy,
We could all become happy,
But we couldn't know any of this.

The day is gone and all is set
For a sunset.

It's hard only at the beginning,
After this, it's nearly impossible,
But it's not the beginning anymore.

The warmth of earth,
The cold of sky,
And me, in between,
Aiming for a room temperature.

I am looking at you,
You are not looking back,
I am relieved, I'm sad, I'm mad,
I've got all the possible feelings,
Because you're not looking back.

Not doing it again
Doesn't solve your current mess,
And believe me,
You will do it again.