My ego is dead
All the joy has gone
All the dread has fled
Still
Life goes on and on
My ego is dead
The world is no more on my shoulder
All the tears have been shed
For me, it’s over
It’s over
I am turning 25.
I've got nothing
neither money
nor the wife.
All the treasure is in me.
I've got nothing;
therefore, I feel free.
All I have is me;
It's much bigger than the sea.
It's much bigger than the space
in which I left this nonsense race.
I am turning 25.
I've got nothing
and yet, I feel fine.
Sometimes I wake up in the night;
some thoughts come to me.
Never know if it’s dark or bright;
better ask: "will I fight or flee?"
“Did I just scream?“
I am asking when I woke up.
Was it a strange dream?
And these two words spoke up
to me.
“We are like a curve
Have a start, so the end
Going round with verve
One to another as a friend.
Neither friends nor brothers,
and yet, we share mothers.
You know them – Space and Time;
therefore, we are in a rhyme.“
Well,
here we are again.
Scared of aging,
scared of pain.
What's that supposed to mean?
This mess, this madness.
I know this endless scene.
And yet I'd like to play always.
And even though I am tired,
I"ll survive a couple more days.
Know why this is fun?
Because life is desired
by none.
I live in the sound of a guitar string
Oh my, how I love to sing
I live in poems written by me
Oh my, how I love to be free
In this world full of dependence
Watch out comes the transcendence
End of a monologue
And now the dialogue
May gods laugh upon our conversation
Hey, the next station is inflation
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go