Approach

Tonight the war
Started again
And it will be
Worse to come
The next years

In a relation

All our relations
are just mirror
of our psyche
nothing more
nothing less 
then that

Spring

There are no hope
only the 
wintery wind
of the past
at this beaten track 
We do not have 
to understand
anything at all
Only to be something
different then we
ought to be
when waiting
for the spring
to break

Spring

The winter is over and
life can start
again

But for each time
the pattern is
weaker

Here we are again
on this lonely
planet trying
to put our
acts together

Is that really possible?
Do we exist or
is all really a great
fantasy?