fredag 9. desember 2011

I sleep, If I dream, I do not know on waking - What it was I dream t. I sleep. If I do not dream, I waken - In an open space - I do not recognize, because I woke - To what I still don't know. what's best is neither dreaming nor not dreaming - and never waking...


I'm a runaway.
when I was born
they shut me up
Inside myself.
Ah, but I ran away.


If people get sick
Of living in
The same old place,
Why not of living
In the same old skin ?


My soul is on
the lookout for me,
But I lie low.
Will it ever find me ?
Never, I hope !


Being myself only
Means being pinned down
And no one at all.
I'll live on the run,
And really live !


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