Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride.
I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up. I have shed a thousand tears; I filled the room with my philosophical water-ducts.
I swam like a duck into the sky, Living for all that is ahead. Communication; translate lies to truth, Misinterpret every word I have said. Here, take my dictionary. It’s all made up with empathy. I wrote love on every page, To say the word I never get to say.
I took another look at all the mistakes I have made, But they are carved in stone. No memory I can erase. Pick up another love, I’ll never write your name into my book. You will be a forgotten one; or you will be the only one…trust.
Open heart did for me; I let me feelings float away. I write it down for you to see And then I make sure you always look away.
You want an honest man; The truth would tear your hope apart. Inside my life, There is only space for one heart. Fill our heart with endless wonder.
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless
I have again become empty by undoing a disturbing thought. Unsexing the sputtering stillness of a Robin. Tender bruises on the pink heart. A bird was flying away. Little tears come down from the swollen river in spate. Pain lingers