One Endless Childish Day

My last walk along the roadway

And the pavements grey

Knowing I've been here times before

I feel it in my deepest core

Now I know there's something wrong with me

But how should I try to flee

The fragile man, the broken

They all are me

An interplay of time

I dare not ask for bliss

I dare not beg a smile

I'd rather die for having this

And I might grow proud the while

These are my last words

A piece of broken glass

I am still bleeding

Unchain myself at last

How senseless are my wishes, yet how great!

All my life shall be drowned

Drowned in one endless childish day

Can't you see there's no answer anymore

So let me decay

I dare not ask for bliss

I dare not beg a smile

I'd rather die for having this

And I might grow proud the while

These are my last words

A piece of broken glass

I am still bleeding

Unchain my heart at last

How senseless are my wishes, yet how great!

All my life shall be drowned

Drowned in one endless childish day

Can't you see there's no answer anymore

So let me decay

I know there's something wrong with me

But how should I try to flee

The fragile clown, the children

They all are me

An interplay of light

Through my glass window shines the evening sun

I don't leave in remorse - the good not done,

My love not given, time torn off unused

The courage was mine

You know for all your faults I'm passing out

To merge serenity on higher clouds

I hear the noise of waters far below

Please let me go

My days run and I'm drifting away

Rest far away from me on my last day

This kind of feelings I know

A new beginning?

I walk on, as if out of my own old life,

As if escaping again into a younger me,

The same me?

I'm unsure.

Seasons change with my confidence...

And there are ways on all sides,

But how shall I turn?

Will I be fallen for the same?

I'm so unsure.

And if I were to turn down to the past,

Would I see her?

And if I were to turn down to the past,

Would she know me?

And if I were to turn quickly enough,

Would I save her?

And if I were to turn quickly enough,

Would I exist again?

This time I know what I am going to be

A traveller, lost in a recurring spiral

Of my own existence

(nothing more terrible, nothing more true)

My days run and

My mind blanks at the glare

My pulse as strong as wind

That curls the flood

Strange how the rain falls

Falls on my hands, my face, my neck

I see myself in mud,

A naked child

All appears new,

Strange at the first but also free

Point zero has already been

Passed before to be

I hear lake water

Lapping with low sounds by the shore

All night I hear them flowing

So I must go