A bad getaway
Got away.
I'm stuck and I'll stay.

You know, any know-how
Must not be later, must be now,
Anyhow.

To be soft and suffering
Is sometimes the best way to get through.

I'm waiting for you with bells,
Books and candles,
Just to make you wonder.

It stands to reason,
That there must be
Last tomatoes of the season.
But I love them so much,
I can't bear seeing them go like this.

Between the end and the beginning
You try to find this ****** meaning.

It's touching,
Don't touch it.

A foolishness is something I can feel every morning waking up.
Then I'm normally having a distracted thinking or musing, which is a favourite pass-time of our Universe.
You know, pieces and bits, until it fits.
At some point a feeling comes, that the closure is coming to get me or ask me for the last time:
"Make love, or at least sense".
Well, I am surrounded by love with question marks!
So, don't take me, seriously.
Anyway, in life you only have to know what to stop, and then you should stop it. That's it, really.
The next message,coming to me, will be even more clear: "Reality wants back to you".
Just one last thought before giving in to it:" Love is a tricky business with some weird schemes for overzealous investors".

What took you so long?
What's left of you now?

I throw my sandbags
Into your ocean,
Unexpectedly, it works.

Don't look into the eyes of the monster,
You won't like your reflection in them.

In a desert,
Every road
Is a road
Out of the desert.

I went fishing and the fishing was good,
I came back full of fish,
With an ocean behind,
With a peace of mind.

On every possible map,
In every possible town,
Sun is going up
And then it's going down.

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

Tomorrow I will wake up and look at this world, totally bewildered.
I just know that.

Too late was yesterday,
Today is once again too early.

Once upon a time
I was fine.

In this world,
Friends and enemies are about a right timing or a bad timing,
Or because there wasn't time at all.

The outside blossom
And your bossom
Are both awesome.

The archeology doesn't bother with tattoos. That's why we'll never know, whether dinosaurs had them.

When, being in a hot bath, you see a tiny 42 floating through the steam, don't make any loud noises or splashes. Let it settle down, let it talk.

Sometimes, a good beer is more than a good beer, but even then it's still a good beer.

Naked people are often quite weird, in a odd way.

I'm not going to make
Any mistake,
I'll be perfect, like a robot from the future.

come to me, my dear, come to me,
don't let me discover
what I could do without you.

The post-covid time
Will be yours and it will be mine,
But will it be our time?

I like your spectacles,
I love your smile,
It's all in style.

There are three most difficult things:
- to believe
- to decide
- to sleep.
But you succeed in one of them, the other two are self-runners.

When in Rom, do as the Romans do, -
Ask yourself, what are you doing there.

I made up my mind and now
I'm going out
Of my mind.

Can you be the voice in my head?
And then, can you be the voice in my sleep?
And then, can you be me?
And then, can you leave me forever alone?

In a relaxed way
I'll come to you,
And I will stay.

"To be or not to be?" is never a relevant question,
"What's going on and why I'm here?" is a better suggestion.
There isn't any answer to both of them, would be worth of mention.

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

It was boring, at times it was tough,
But you helped me with my stuff,
And I thank you.

There's always something
With our souls.
I mean, we don't break legs
All that often.
But here we are,
With our constantly broken souls.

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

It's difficult to sleep without you,
With you, it's rather impossible.

Sit down,
Make your meaning,
I will do the understanding.

My feelings for you
Can't be forecast,
They can't be transmitted,
They cannot be faxed.

a miracle
is always around the corner,
wherever you turn,
it's right behind your back.

Very stressful was yesterday,
Today is unbearably calm.

The sky isn't responsible for your feelings and stuff,
For all you know, the sky has its own issues,
And therefore, you have to be tough,
Without using too many tissues.

In order to be fair,
I love you,
You love me,
Where do we go from there?

Saint Valentine
Is happy, is fine,
Because you're mine.

Till the end, from the beginning,
There is barely meaning.
Probably, after the end.

Too many people don't think,
Too many people don't understand,
And a huge amount of people wrongly think, that they understand.

Coffee makes me human, completing the evolutionary chain,
Let's have fun,
Let's do taxes
With deadlines and deductions,
Without the usual pain.

The Moon put a poker face,
To look at the Earth
With a steady pace.

I'm a lot of things. Wait, I have a list.
I'm enjoying myself with a somewhat frightening determination.
I'm not other people. Who is this strange person Other People?
"I asked for a room,
The room was promptly given,
You'll find me then in any given room."
I finally got this joke, I'm getting it every morning now, with nobody to witness though.
I'm not drunk, you're not funny, that's a lot to think about.
I'm cancelling my dreams. See the big red button with "Reality" on it? I'm pushing this button now.

The absence hits us the most,
We are lost,
But the point of no return will be back

A good night sleep
Can solve all problems but one:
How to get a good night sleep?