| You’re alone
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| Even though you’re the same
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| As everyone
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| With your ketchup blood and your changeable flame
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| I go out for a walk
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| Back way through the fog to the moon with who I talk
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| I am so myself, I am no one else
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| You are one who helped me and took my help
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| I fly fluid and remade
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| Ascending through the clouds and joining the constellation
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| There was never more than now
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| Urge and urge again, newly took and new endowed
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| I am not contained
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| In my chest or in my brain
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| I am energy unconstrained
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| And even though I want to
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| I find it hard to stay
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| In constant contact
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| Sometimes I go away
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| Sometimes I go away
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| Solitude becomes alienation
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| And leads you to togetherness
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| Pleasure slides into pain
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| And into pleasure again
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| Forgiveness, need, apology
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| Redemption and surrendering
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| Strangers become friends
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| And then strangers again
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| I become you and you become me
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| Suddenly we are not who we were
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| Passion and intellect combine
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| In human love:
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| Highest common denomination
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| The feeling of weariness
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| The slide in between pain and bliss
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| The surrender to forgiveness
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| The happy acceptance of a kiss
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| Inevitability
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| Of sadness
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| The river washing us away
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| Washing the garbage too and trash
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| Love and gratitude for the
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| Opportunity
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| One more chance maybe
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| To see the sun raise
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| Even though I want to
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| I find it hard to stay in constant contact
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| I gotta go my own way |