Fetter

I say: "Good morning everyone", Turn on the light. The morning sun Will never choose to greet this place Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace. Some beer into inner space To sink reality for instance Is just the way of my resistance Within this suffocating maze. The fussy crowds in hurrying trams, The same old streets, the traffic jams Are too disgusting for my eyes - They seek lush colors of surprise. My heart's a rose yet to bloom, And all it needs is Heaven's cater, But I will never break the fetter Of northern winds and autumn gloom.