sweet world of dreams

for the warmth
for the color
for the reality
for the escape
for the illusion

for the creation
for the music
for the string
that ties everything together

for the fate
that leads us back
to the lake
with the people
from the train

sweet world of dreams

for a memory
for a thought
for a name
for the realization

sweet world of dreams

walking inside
a fiction novel
blue and yellow buildings
for the memories
and the worries

sweet world of dreams

drift from the worldly

when the sun
begins to leave my room
my thoughts begin to
...drift
from the worldly
you can join me

when the candle
starts burning tears
no worries are welcome
from the earthly
you can join me

i greet each and every night
with a full glass
on an empty balcony
away from the worldly
you can join me

with what you can spare
of thoughts
or words
or wonders
or notes
aside from the worldly
you can join me

a brand new coloring book

don't tell me
that the sky
is the same color
everywhere
i know there's more colors
i know there is more
than i can see
i know there is more
than i can say
more than i can experience
and more than i can know
i know there's more
i see more colors
on the side of the streets
i see more colors
in my coloring book
i know there's more
so i will mix more
and i will let the colors
runintoeachother
and i will even buy
a brand new coloring book..

daydreaming

daydreaming..

on a boat
on a river
that runs through old streets
with old colorful doors
flowers hanging from the windows
the sun burning our cheeks..

on a train
by the window
through green grass
and green fields
as far as
the eye can see
small cottages
with sheep and goat and cows
and deers
around us..

on bikes
on a curvy thin dirt road
towards the top of a green hill
full glasses
cheese
and bread..

daydreaming..

no specific land

belong
to no specific land..
feel at home
in a new corner
you could have been born
in another time
in another place
in another family
or no family
remember..
we created the lines
we defined the borders
we all cling to what we think is ours
and we fight and we kill and we destroy
over what we think is ours

no keys
no walls
no passports
no borders
no suitcases
no visas
no registration confirmations
no certificates
no signatures
no oaths
no flags

belong
to the journey
that will take you
on top of the roofs
and on top of the mountains
and you will see
that we all speak the same
and we all feel the same
and live the same
and die the same..
if only we belonged
to no specific family
or last name
or neighborhood
or group
if only we belonged
to no specific land..

inspiration

i see pieces
that when brought together
will make a new..

i see orange cranes
moving away and towards me

i see a long empty balcony
bathing in sunlight

i see a corner
empty..
with a light
with a light and a rug
with a light and a rug and a small black table
with a light and a rug and a small black table and yellow and red pillows
with a light and a rug and a small black table and yellow and red pillows and speakers..

i see space
i see change
i see construction
i see inspiration

at your own pace

at your own pace..
build your new space
one step at a time
walk close to the line
and maybe around
and maybe above
above your own ground
one step at a time
one smile at a rhyme
drop way out of line
grow in your own space
there will be no race
at your own pace..