Falls das jemand nicht zu entziffern vermag, gibt es das Ganze nächste Woche in getippter Fassung. (Kann ja schließlich nicht jeder so eine Bilderbuchschrift haben 😉 )
I’m stupid, I know.
I’ve never needed to think.
You’ve cornered me with questions,
Telling me a story, another tale.
When my head is – finally –
Lost somewhere in the sky
Because I’ve been thinking so much
I won’t remember the day before.
It’s been a good day. So good….
Walking over to your house.
i’ve never expected anything
But what I’ve been given was heaven.
But even if I don’t remember
The smallest thing from that time,
I swear, I would have truly loved you
If only I remembered you.
I know, it’s no excuse,
It’s not a hiding story.
It’s no secret to keep either.
But it’s been a feeling between us.
The scent of old wooden plank
Rotten, cracked, abused,…
Thoughts lingering somewhere
Close to the dusty halls
Within some forgotten corner.
The windows have freed themselves
From their breakable parts.
There’s neither hope nor chance
For some fresh air to make it,
To ever find a way in here.
The seal has been placed,
The vow has been forgotten.
When have you been there
To seek out the elder’s guidance?
Don’t tell me you haven’t known
That this would affect us somehow.
The look you’re giving me
Is telling me more than your words.
Sounds only to betray the silence…
People may keep forgetting
That this island even exists,
But it still does for some reason.
And so do I – just like you do.
A weird co-existence without balance,
A book sealed away to be forgotten
And never be read again.
Does a vow, that’s been made,
That’s never been spoken of again,
Still exist in one of our worlds…
Although noone really remembers?
This finally is the edge,
The cliff I’m dreaming off.
Haunting me, taunting me,
Leaving me to decide.
My decision, my turn.
Don’t try fooling me.
Please be honest with me,
But respect my taken path.
I ‚m falling behind,
Crawling to the side,
Staying close to the road ahead.
There ’s admiration in my eyes.
I ‚m in awe, whisked away…
Because everything is covered.
Covered in glowing colours
And embraced in fading energy.
I ‚ll wander off – beside the road.
The hidden circles, the hidden end
Suddenly appear awfully clear…
And they are oddly enticing.
But I still am going to change directions…