I once imagined myself.
- Ok, what exactly did you imagine yourself?
- Me. I imagined myself.

I put an ad that I am sad,
Somebody called, we talked and met,
And now both of us are sad.

I put the bottle back,
And smiled,
And the bottle smiled back at me.

I remember people from my past.
But the past itself is eluding me.

I remember all the holes
On my way to you,
I fall in every one,
But you weren't there,
You weren't there.

Ironically, people that did get their **** together, disappeared from my life.
Would I, if succeeded, immediately self-annihilate?

I sat down and thought about my life.
I laid down and thought about my life.
I couldn't go down anymore and I stopped thinking about my life.

I see in my mirror
An unacceptable face
Of a robot, lost in a future.

Is it a silver lining
Or rather a silver bullet?

Is it possible, that you are in deep denial?
- Absolutely not !!!

I stand there,
Trying to catch my thoughts,
To get some understanding.
But nothing came.

Is there some rabbit,
Running today,
On the cold outside,
Never stopping to stay?

Is this bucket half-full or half-empty?
An elephant asked this question,
Drinking the water nevertheless.

I stood up and went home,
Only there was no home,
So I didn't really go home,
But still, I stood up.

Nights are getting longer,
I am getting nowhere.

It appears,
That in this desert,
Nothing appears.

It can only get better,
Unless it will stay
In a catastrophic way
It is in now.

It could be a gamechanger,
But it's not a game,
And we only can change ourselves.

It could be worse,
It could be better,
Don't think of it,
It doesn't matter.

It doesn't exist,
It's not possible,
It's like an authorised *******.

It goes from the worst to very bad,
Being desperate became being very sad.

I think,
Therefore I am fed up with something.

I think,
And that's terrible,
I feel,
And that's even worse.

I think,
That I will like what I will see,
And that will be the end of the bargain.

I think that you think too much.
But don't think too much about it.

I think about you all the time and all over the space,
Like the entropy, you are everywhere.

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

I think, that... Well, that's enough.
I think and it's complicated. The short version is "I love you so much", but still, it's complicated.
I'm only afraid, that my mistakes will move mountains away from the sun.
Rain and clouds are liking each other. Get a room and let me think!

I think, the answer is "maybe",
But I'm not sure,
I'd rather not rush.

I think, therefore
Nothing is done,
And sometimes it hurts,
I am also having fun
With all these thoughts.

I think we should,
But before that,
We should think.

I thought I were strange, before I met you.
Now, I wish I were stranger than you and a stranger to you.

I thought about you,
And you thought back,
It was nice, to be thinking together.

I thought and you laughed,
My God,
It was good to be together.

I thought of calling you up,
But never did,
And as a revenge,
You didn't call back.

I thought that I wasn't stupid,
And that was, I know, quite stupid,
I mean, to be thinking at all.

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

It is absurd,
It's absolutely crazy,
It's everything I like about this life.

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

It is bound
To be very profound,
Otherwise it's just stupid.

It is crazy to think
That this world is there to fix us up,
But crazy we are.

It is fair to tell, in a fairy tale,
That the people are trees or Gods,
With each other at peace or at odds.

It is important to have a uniformly excellent life,
I repeat, an uniformly excellent life,
Unless you really want to think, to feel and to understand profoundly nothing.

It is lucky that trees don't care about us. Imagine a forest going to the city for some people-hugging.

It is nice, it is so nice,
To be happy, yes, to be happy,
Nothing else is comparably nice.

It is not easy to say
Something safe and witty
To somebody so pretty.

It is not much,
Reach through and touch,
And stay forever, on a hunch.

It is profound,
It is very profound,
To be born,
To be lost,
And then to be found.

It is sad,
And sometimes it is mad,
When the colour of hope is red.

It is time,
For something important,
Somebody please tell me, for what.