Be kind

Choices, always choices
always comma 22
me and you
And me being the one
who cannot choose
and you being the two
I can't refuse
I mean I can
of course I can
choose
But the point concerns
coming to terms
with choice itself in its silly dress
or maybe choosing
between friends to be,
to fight for,
and time among friends
a cozy lore
No, it's more then this,
or less...
Less would be music,
and music at best,
more would be gender,
aye, no tender
way of hiding behind
someone else's mind
because human truly means
dealing with time
So sleep on it and be kind
with yourself

Full sails

I'm on the carousel
with horses whining:
my daily apocalypse
spins me around;
cornered by milestones
I try to reason
with beasts unruly,
love life and profit.
Their fangs are sharp, their rule rip-roaring
I bite and snarl:
why does nobody see my toil?
Why don't they understand?

They just pretend
that life's a simple line
when truth speaks in high tones
of rebel ropes and rusty nails,
tearing at the full sails!
Tearing at the full sails!

Out - glissando

This time
time is me
and together we can play
fair and square.
No savoir faire,
just plain facts
and nachts
spell will be lost
among the burning balls of gas.

Beyond my reach
it won't touch me
and carve my soul
into a plot hole.

If you knew me
if you loved me
one bit
you would know
not to do
this to me
this shit
of saying thank you
listing stuff
a bunch of commas
in the past
before goodbye
before the end
before betraying your friend.