Time, my old friend. I never will get you. You never get me. I am too busy. Me and my little me. Last year, next year, ten years passed by. Do I grow up? Will I ever stop asking why?

It could be so easy. Living in peace. Having a future, and not a disease. Loving eacht other, showing respect, what ever they told me, its just an effect.

Sadness and madness, crazy wild dreams. What is a poor man, what can you win? I feel the end’s coming, but it’s nothing to fear. Just a new circle, a beginn with one tear.

Remember, surrender let go and believe. You are not nothing, just a bit less then thieves. No sense is more than more senses. Low fences are better than no fence at all.

Feeling over reason. Pills are taking over. Machines are better humans than an animal with pullover. More sense in your your fence makes no sense at all.