I lighted an incense
to remember
alpine mornings
you desire
the mountain glow
can u imagine
to lie on a track
with a tin drum
trains keep running
over you, humming
all you can do is
to keep drumming
keep drumming
what withholds you
to stay another night
the orange light
withholds
I cannot go
where I would
they say that I am cruel
they say that I
around my neck
I wear a chain, nurtured
from the underground
it was just another conversation
little talks, look alike
no idea how much we have grasped
or slightly understood
a curse in disguise
touching my shoulder
cold fingers slipping through
the rain keeps coming
down the mountain slope
in that direction
it might even flow
they stare
at me and then at you
and then
I recognize
this is the curse
of being no stranger
I want to touch
without coming closer
I want to
think about you
you want surprise
where I can
see nothing new
I guess I’ve seen too much
layers of layers of
faked promises where
nothing holds true
