Take no colour, and take them all
Take silence or take the noise
Each has beauty each has hope
Each has darkness all have a hole.
In the cave a fire burns
In a heart silence grows.
Flowers only seed their future
Sealing a seal on a casket pure.
The clouds disperse and a tune carries
In the end we really love our bellies.
Comment: I wrote a bit too much this day (30/01/04)
I started to write just like that, writing every thought coming to my head.
I’m stuck in the circle to continue or stop cause in the end I did write that.
But fate as always decides. The train moves and I have to stop the ride…