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IS THIS GOING
ANYWHERE?
24.1.2001
My days fly, through my life
Knowing not, where to start
I weak up, go to school,
Then come back, is this cool?
Never stop, rushing round
Chasing something never mine
Being worried about things
Which are so small, just to blink
All this stress, I make up
When related is just crap
Trying reach an unseen aim
‘Tis brilliant or just plain?
May find myself foreseeing
Or groping my way being
I don‘t know, where I go
Tell me then, why I go.
This is not, clearly quite
Going towards something right
Because of my future bright
I miss up the living height
At this moment sitting here
Seems to me as falling tear
Falling down followed by next
Will be dry sooner than ex
Feeling ‘missing’ in my heart
Is still here as in hand card
Never know which card will end
Finishing this silly game
I might hope that one more day and
All this struggling on my way,
Will have been quite clearly found,
Undoubtedly more than pound
