Sorrow without tears

a tree without its leaf-
a rose without its grief-
needless to say
it’s like the grass without the rain
it’s the night without the day

the glass without water,
the paper without  pencil

it’s as you stare at the clock
but no matter what, it isn’t moving

and still time goes by.

 

 

It’s the sad of joy

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Walking through the storm, when everyone’s inside

and you know that step by step

you’ll get closer to the end

 

because

it doesn’t really matter which road you take:

they all lead to the same point.
Can you face the truth?

Can I face the truth?

Step by step, moving on.

Moving on, to the still.

 

Can you imagine, what it’s like?

When the mind that captures your soul

And your sould captures your mind.

 

Memories are flashbacks of the future

And tears are the drops of the rain

and steps are the sprints to the finish line,

the complete nothingness,

What else could you do?

On the outside

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Thick glass, but the sky is already dark

nothing can break this

decent distance,

and life is playing on the other side of this invisible screen

but it seperates me, and it seperates them.
There are not taxis on the streets,

nevertheless it seems crowded,

people with hats and umbrellas

finding their way and moving on the pavement

 

All I do

stand here, observe

because I can’t be

part of this world.

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.