...daze!

Praise the Lord!

Now we have sold

a lots of thoughts,

and a bunch of old

feelings. I go bored 

as i bring myself forth

to the next coming of the Cold

Dark Touch in my torn

hart of living light, dividing

myself into a delighting,

open being, but leaving

the other part feeling

terrible pain and desire

to throw bones against Fire.

*

So sing my friends!

Praise the Lord!

We can only have, 

what he has sold,

So empty yourselfs,

and prepare to buy,

don't check the cost,

its always too high.

You allready know, that

 you've been  ready for a while,

to pay all the cost,

even its too high. 

So you push yourself

hard against the wall,

you knew the true way,

but instead you want to fall.

Fall free my friend!

Fall free and brave,

I know the pleasure of fly,

but I've felt the landings' pain.

*

And after the haze is gone,

after we saw the clean sky,

after we've praised the Lord,

after asking a million "why",

we might not find the ansver,

and become forced to hide,

to escape the disaster

following the fruitless try. 

How could we believe,

that we'll succeed to hide

by rotating the viewport

and changing the lights? 

Sleeping is sleeping,

noone can explain. 

In the sleeping silence,

our shadow will awake.

As it advances more,

the remaining light fades,

we don't see the prices,

the ego is quickly healed.

We walk together in 

this dark, freezing cold,

We pretend to search and find,

but we only seek the warmth 

and good.

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