Catatalonia declared it self independent
Stakeholders
At last
The stakes were always high
I had a short momentum
Lost it
Regain it
Lost it again
Time passed and I am still here
Not ceasing to exist
Never, ever
Until the end
Cover me
The night creates a black velvet cover
around my battered mind
I am really lost
Going into overdrive
In horror of being
What I am
And what I am not
Ever and ever
I keep on fighting
With my mind, text and family
The night is dark and full of peace
BBC playing Bach
And even the bustling street
Turns more silent than ever
Living in the right time
Living in the wrong time
Living
Subway mists
And here I am again
An angry man yelling
In the street
Bothering everyone
Passing time by acting
Crazy, dirty and wretched
Scaring children, women and some men
Disturbing the so tranquil balance
Between the conditions of being a town dweller
And just a disturbed frustrated man in a to big flock
Pretending to be living an advanced life in the city of trivial
Dreams impossible to comprehend or ever achieve
But still a city with its much wider but still limited
Freedoms dating back to the free republics of
The white sea in the far south
Long gone Socrates also learned to know its
In fact very strict limitations
Drinking bad wine and talking to much
Day and night
Lost
Lost at sea
On Sunday
The sun shines
But this does not save us
We are still lost
Even though the captain
Know where we
are going
Not needing the stars
For navigation
But wise advise
Forgetting myself
I am on a boat
lost somewhere
between east and west
drinking heavily
so I do not
need to remember
who I am
I
am
a
unit
Gray sky
Just working
Feeling lost there is no meaning but
I still hope for the best
The sky is gray
Again and again
So now again
I have to start
Fighting
I am prepare
It is ok
But so repetitative
The Night
The night is so cold
Even the cloud
Has abandon us
The stars, distant and cold
Are not even
Watching
God is busy
Somewhere else
I want to give in
I want to give up
I am cold
But I am
Still standing