you could not steal my imagination
you tried, but you failed
fantasy, it remains with me
but give me some sight
and i will see

keep on travelling
travelling through the pain
it is going to be hard
and full of pain

in the morning,
after the night before
you trusted me
would you do it just once more

i did not want to grow up –
the first time
and i am not so sure –
i want to do it again
i am still living within the pain

i am on the floor,
clinging to the telephone
there is nothing on the other end
i am all alone,
you will not even treat me like a friend

Is It You is it you? is it you that makes me feel glad that turns lies into something true … More

this is a journal of a man on the slide
of a person,
who never believed in himself
and did not want to include anyone else

life is good,
especially in an easy chair
everything goes down
you fall helplessly
no one grabs your hand

what about the world we live in?
what about the people we know
is it really time for us to know?