An Ideology Wanted
My eyes resting on the sky
… I want to get wings and fly off
Time shrinks into the Room
what will happen to me?
I am of stuff, turning into stuff,
And my Life is made of this
I needed an Ideology to embrace the entire world
( but now? ) I am just sitting here
Information and signs are attacking me
It seems I have no place of my own…
( but of course, I got my eyes alone resting on the sky )
thoughts come and go
sometimes the stuffy ideas crack and fall
So I tell my friends a joke
Have my fourth meal
Stressing around
Oh, but to forget myself
With my angel´s wings and sea-green eyes
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