Looking back,
and retrospection in advance
paralysis,
analysis,
symbiosis of the gray series
When I look at it all closely
as if I lived
just one dream
like I was dreaming
just one day
And my soul slips away…
from that empty string
Where did it come from again?
this bad day
So I wonder then
where is your reality
Is it while you are dreaming?
where is your purpose
Is that what you’re giving away?
All things, beings, journeys, discoveries
Happy day, is it?
why am I alone again?
But I’m alone and with others,
and with you
next to you
there is always something there
what divides us
look ahead,
retrospection backward
I stand here like a ghost,
because forever I am empty
