30.3. 2011
So many things in this life
I know almost nothing about
So many secrets we all hide
So many reasons to stop by
So many places to hang out
Then all I tend to say is a good bye.
A moment comes when the beat just stops
Everything moves and the sky - so high
Inside out a loss of sight
Feelings come of unknown heights
The brain has reached a state of dive
If you really want to love you have to fight
Strangers out there are holding hands
The tram has come to break my trance
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Transition point
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