Blue sorrow

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When you can’t get to sleep

Because the sky is on fire

Turn around and don’t step back

There is nothing left

That can catch up behind.

 

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The gas station tears

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It’s not from the rain, nor from the grey sky

It’s not from the clouds, and I can’t really say I get it – but why?

I’m parked at a gas station looking outside

Where the world plays the movie and I keep quiet and hide.

 

Sometimes everything is moving, but you’re the one standing still

Every day seems exactly the same

Like the clouds are on repeat and

There is a fire but there is no flame.

 

There are no answers to be found; the lights keep blinking in the distant world

And all I can promise myself

is that I can’t find it here.

 

Maybe I was wrong

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Here I am.

Breadcrumbs on the concrete,

and it’s raining.  But not from the sky.

There are several ways to go from here,

though I don’t know which one to take and why.

Maybe I was wrong,

Maybe I could have known, or maybe not.

 

All I know is that I’m sitting here,

with breadcrumbs on the concrete,

and rain that

does not fall

from the sky.

 

 

 

Thousand pieces in the sky

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You are my thousand pieces in the sky,

Seperate little parts, though always keeping an eye

it’s the big whole –

nothing can break that apart.

everything can break that apart.

 

so there is nothing, to be afraid for.

You are there,

I am here,

under the same sky.