I can't see a straight path
Slowly making my way throught the thicket of anxiety
Let the stones prick my feet
I won't get off
But my heels were bleeding
The heat shrouded the head
So I stayed on the playground
Though was in a hurry to get home
The body melted on the bench
Thoughts splashing in the rush
The flow of time
Is frozen in the moment
Here the gods play hide&seek
Chase the golden ball around
Each ruling in his own mess
Calling it a game
Not looking back
They're always well off
Their life from birth —
A stream of pleasure
It feels too easy for me now
Better wake me up if it's a dream
The body is thrown into the clouds
And freezes
Oh, the plastic world with its bustle
Sinks into the milk
I take in the vastness with my empty head
(Who am I?)
Sorry for being dopey
But it's silly to blame it on plants
Let me
Go up in flames
When the ashes settle on the white bone
I'll come back and fall in love with the plastic world again
And now all my worries
Have been blown away by a free wind