Sweat
The mind goes round in circles
Whispering some secret sound
No relief is to be found
No relief is to be found
Loneliness is sweet, sweet pain
Therein bathe the heart
Oh, hopeless lost unfortunate soul
Waiting for another start
Left or right,
Nothing in-between
No struggles in illusions
No stress and no confusions
Nothing in-between
Day or night
Sweat,
Let the juice of life be clean again
Sweat,
Go back to when it all began
JvN 10.12.2009
Copyright © Moritz Arndt | Year Posted 2009
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