The situation is difficult,
We are still gathering information
To know exactly, why it is best to do nothing.

The situation is difficult,
But only you can make it desperate.

The situation is getting difficult,
Which is good,
Because it was desperate.

The size doesn't matter.
The dimensions do.

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.

The sky is blue or dark,
The fish is shark or probably not shark,
But you still have to leave your mark.

When we are are forgetting
To look at the sky,
The sky is getting desperate,
And begins to cry,
And so it rains.

The sky is elusive,
It escapes me,
It shows only cloudy shadows of, well, clouds.

The sky is hurting,
The sky is in pain,
The sky is healing itself with a rain.

The smallest possible unit of me
Is a timid glance
Towards you.

The space is full of people lost in space.

The spider on the wall
Is planning something,
It's going to hunt
And then to do some knitting.

The stage was set.
We were both born. Our rather happy childhood in this blissfully forgotten by the usual disasters country could begin and be rolling throughout the years ahead.
I know the current outcome of it now, but anyway nobody's eager enough to go back to change a thing.

The story begins with a coincidence, develops through a chain of absurd events and unexpectedly ends by a happy marriage. It's really weird.

The strangest things can happen,
And then unhappen,
On Earth and even in Heaven,
In Christmas time.

The street is falling on me,
I am going up the sky,
I am free, I am finally free,
Oh my.

The summer will come and you'll be sorry for whatever you are doing right now.

The sun came up and went down,
The sun came up and went down,
The sun came up and went down,
The sun came up...
STOP THIS, PLEASE!!!

The sun is shining, smiling, collecting likes,
Putting everyone in favourites,
Truly a biggest influencer this morning.

The sun will rise,
And the birds will be chirping again,
Non regarding the fact that you will now eat
Or not eat this last piece of pizza.

The supernatural power
To stay at the window, looking at the rain outside,
And enjoy the moment.

The tenderness of a tsunami
Is gathering in your eyes,
I don't dare to look in them twice.

The things went wrong
And then came back,
Still being wrong.

The time will heal or ****,
The choice is yours,
The timing is not.

The truth is there,
The truth is always there,
And that's the only thing, that is fair.

The unexpected outcome
Is knocking at the door
To be let in.

The Universe is full of black holes and ants.
The black holes are more famous, but we see mostly the ants.

The Venus flytrap
Is sleepily green,
A spot on the map.

The void is kind of security,
A safe place for scared being,
It only it could allow somebody
To get inside.

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

The welcoming party was late,
I stumbled and sat down to wait,
The silence was entertaining me.

This white handkerchief
Of a new snow,
Has fallen to stay,
But will probably go.

The whole afternoon I walked through the fields,
Looking at the occasional birds
And thinking about the Universe,
And then I watched TV.

The winds have changed directions,
But I wasn't sailing,
I was asleep.

The word "never" has five letters and four sounds.
It is pronounced in less than one second.
It's quite pretentious, somehow.

The world might well go down,
The giggling should go on.

The world is a place with a lot of single beds,
But just a few single rooms,
Besides ones in prisons.

The world of half-cooked spaghetti
Is closing up on me,
I want to get out.

The worst part is always over,
As long as you think about it.
Think about it.

They are not burning bridges,
They are not burning castles,
They are burning themselves.

The year is fine
If we'll draw the line,
As it's time.

They told me
That there was no sky without me,
But there is now.
So I jumped.

They told me, I should be concerned,
Not worried, but just concerned,
And I'm very worried right now.

They want me to say clever things,
They all are looking at me,
Thanks God, I am so drunk,
Otherwise I would be just dead.

Things keep happening to me.
They are telling me, that's life.
Maybe, but why the life is happening to me?

Things are slipping through windows
And are coming back,
In another shapes, at another times.

Things, that aren't silly,
Are strange,
Which is also silly,
At a closer range.

There's nothing to understand,
But there are a lot of things to
Live through,
To live with
And to live for.

Things to do,
Thoughts to think,
Times to be late.

Think about a lemon.
Think about a blue elephant.
Think again about a lemon.
Is the blue elephant thinking about a lemon, too?