How is it,
That the game is played
Without it's limit
I'd rather play dead
He seems to know the rules
As if there are any
They know the secret to serenity
Them the fools
They both yearn
He earns
She learns
Up goes hope
Down goes the ground
"How cruel" says the head
It knows, how hard the fall must be
But like in war and poetry
Tout les coups sont permits.

It is not enough
The ground is growling
Their eyes are watching
But mine are begging
Under my palms
The road is rough
Starved, flushed, untouched
I know the eyes I’m chasing
Would he be kind enough for some praising?
Oh but he won’t
I know what his eyes are doing
When they follow the indent
On the side of her cheeks
I know what she is
I know what I’m not
I am not enough

Steel needles frozen on the wooden track of time
Everything comes at a time
Cannot trade seconds for a dime
Waking up and contemplating
Is it worth staying?
Growing vines
Mistook me for one made of oak
Cut me spine
Count my lines
Get the joke?
Those around me seem to know
To stop, pause and start
The way they grow, glow
A mastered art
Dancing star to star
My heels smell of burnt flesh
If I let them get a scar
I won't need to start afresh
I won't be the bait
Change my fate
I do not want to live in wait.

I live in a freezer
Locked and sealed
The frozen palace,
Wouldn't I **** for a fire?
Ice-cold figures are,
Hope was,
And heavier my corpse shall
Can roses grow out of frozen soil?
Nights stay longer
Clocks move slower
My hand would grab another
But the ice gets thicker
And the naked walls are watching
We exchange pity looks
They mirror my hopeless body

If someone threw me up high
I swear I could fly
Don't tear me apart,
Leave me in the dark
Stay here
Be the spark
As I follow
Where the ground is shallow
A path worth the blue circles
Only if you move the branches
One cannot stop fixing my eyes
Search for the slight glimmer
If you do,
I might never open them again
Follow me
Ask me
Challenge me
Chase me

There is an angry man in your house
There is an angry man in your life
There is an angry man in your heart
A seed that grows from poisoned soil
The tree that emerges,
Creates a shadow
Hiding
The grass,
The earth,
Every other growing seeds in sight
An ever so turning wheel
Must break
The voices behind the hatred
Resonates with those of their ancestors
And since the tree grows,
The wheel keeps on turning,
And so the voices are louder
You become
The angry man in your house
The angry man in your life
The angry man in your heart

Hate is merely ignorance
Ignorance it is,
Lack of interest
Fed by fear
Of something one cannot understand
Ignorance, so it is
Knowledge it is,
Valuable,
Precious,
And necessary
Where hate is simple
And ignorance is everywhere
Knowledge makes one work to obtain it
Kindness is the root of the soul
Curiosity stands opposite to hate