petty rules,
what good are they for anybody?
somebody save us from insanity

those,
who should know better
those for whom,
insecurity rules their lives

you can take my hand
it is yours for the taking
and i am here, just waiting

Surrounded i am surrounded but there is no surrender i am hounded and it is by, my own wicked insecurity … More

the body is young
but the mind with its memories
act like layers in the earth
each layer a different time

i do not want to be part of the rat race
i do not want to be part of a crowd
i would rather be flying
i would rather be part of a bird race

the cage door is open
but i am chained to the wall
i cannot find the key
actually… i cannot find the chain

you can cry on my shoulder
because i see that you are still a friend
getting younger or getting older
these days are hard
with edges that feel so sharp

another day
and,
i am overwhelmed by this paradise
the beauty i see in people
that gives me so much hope in life