don't overreact

less time to think
more time to act
don't overestimate
don't exaggerate
don't overreact

there will be circles
so hold on to you seat
hold on to your thoughts
dance over the rocks
dance over the rocks

it all passes

it all passes
maybe that's the sadness
that it keeps spinning
that it brings back
the same good days
and the same good nights
and the then the falling off the world nights
maybe that's the harsh reality of it
that it all passes
no matter how heavy
no matter how bright
the high and the low
maybe that's the sadness
that it keeps repeating
or maybe that's the beauty of it
i'm not exactly sure

no promises

for today
i can enjoy the sun
tomorrow has to make
no promises

and the night

i fall
in the hands of night
and the night
offers me a return
to my imagination..

i follow
the night
and the night
leeds me to the river
leeds me to the colors
offers me more
than i ever imagined..

tempted

from each side
there is a different view
from time to time
there is a different feel

i wonder what passes
i wonder what remains

melting on my skin

through both eyes
i never realized
how much i missed it

i absorb each flake
melting on my skin
and i let it sink

this is the start
of another journey
and i am glad to walk it
with both feet
through the white..

spittelmarkt

it's a memory
with colorful floating balls
and lights in the trees
it's a memory
beside the river
with a real splash
of life..

it lured us

the lake invited us
it lured us
we followed it's path..

it changes colors with us
and we look to it
for direction
clarity
and inspiration

one night

wrap one night
inside an old cloth
tie two knots
and put it inside
your old box
put the box behind the clothes
behind the other nights
close the white closet door
lock it

one day you will come to it
one day you will come to it

at least for the song

everything cycles
everything fades
and then finds the energy
to be again

it's good to be able to see
that the trees have changed color
and not miss it
it's good to be able to hear
the notes changing
the tone changing
and not miss it

it's good to be able to grow
within the cycle

everything starts
everything flows
and peaks
and then quiets down
at least for the song

to be able to play the flute
i will need to hear it

a soothing voice for the night
a twilight

everything cycles
everything fades
and then finds the energy
to be again

krumme lanke

walk into a path
that leads to a lake
and sit there
for hours..

enjoy the fog

and one day it starts
it starts making sense again
what you had been doing
to get to where you are
it starts justifying
and then it becomes
enjoyable

for me
a new way
could open
only if i allow it
and there is a fire
only if i don't dry it

seconds will be recorded
and then thought about
and then lived again
or maybe made sense out of

guide
take hold
of the strings

easy to get distracted
easy to miss the big picture
steer clear of the fog
steer right into the fog
but get stuck
and enjoy the fog
enjoy the fog.

the colors of a day

i can see the same colors
no matter where i sit..

it's funny
and it's weird
he said
how one light
out of all the lights
that we could have turned on
is now turned on
in the birds-eye view
of our lives

and now we look
upon the colors
from across
and they are rich
and they are
the colors of a day
melting beautifully
in the sky

the other half

tonight
i will find the courage
to see the other half

reach

for two ways
now I strive
my fingers to reach
wrap around and hold my toes..
..while I am sitting
and while I am standing

shining light

there is talk
of a shining light
i have been told
that it is quite a sight
have you an idea
of how one might
get to this place
of mysterious bright?

i need the ground

borderline
i pass the line
i run the street
i sleep the sun
i fall behind
i fall around
i figure out
i brush aside
i set aside
i hold it tight
i see the ground
i keep my ground
i know the words
breathe upside-down
i need the peace
i need the ground..

the ladder

four concrete walls
you can stand in each corner
and appreciate the angles
and the light
and the shadows
one might find it extraordinary
and be content

however
there is a ladder
not sure if one can reach the ladder
by themselves
the first step
sits quite high from the ground
not sure what’s there on the top
not even sure if everyone sees the ladder
but when you see it
it might be hard to stay satisfied
within the walls

who made this ceiling?

who made this ceiling?
were they forced to make it?
or did they enjoy making it?
how long did it take to finish it?
is it finished?
is this part of it or the whole thing?
why did they make it?
how did they create all those tiny carved details?
are the colors natural?
is it real wood?
were there specific tools used?
what is the use for this ceiling?
what is it really called?
is there another one like it?

i let time build

i let time build
it’s castle
i let the castle
stand in front of time
colors will fade
doors will crack
pieces will fall
from the castle

now time still passes
but it has become
the shining piece
on what remains
of the castle
in the dark