living in the land of dreams
no place to hide
and no place to go
like roses on the dry concrete wall
slowly dying without water
dreams
only dreams
no more or less
just dreams
of a better future
from a time which obviously cannot be
in this reality
where i again noticed to be the outsider
losing time
losing ends
something going through the lens
no place to go
no where to hide
sudden stop and it all ends there
where it all started
like a lightning from the sky
everything is so colorful