I can't see a straight path Slowly making my way throught the thicket of anxiety Let the stones prick my feet I won't get off But my heels were bleeding The heat shrouded the head So I stayed on the playground Though was in a hurry to get home The body melted on the bench Thoughts splashing in the rush The flow of time Is frozen in the moment Here the gods play hide&seek Chase the golden ball around Each ruling in his own mess Calling it a game Not looking back They're always well off Their life from birth — A stream of pleasure It feels too easy for me now Better wake me up if it's a dream The body is thrown into the clouds And freezes Oh, the plastic world with its bustle Sinks into the milk I take in the vastness with my empty head (Who am I?) Sorry for being dopey But it's silly to blame it on plants Let me Go up in flames When the ashes settle on the white bone I'll come back and fall in love with the plastic world again And now all my worries Have been blown away by a free wind
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