The Line

Walk in the line

Stand in the line

Touch the line

Sit on the line

Talk in the line

Listen to the line

Don't jump

Don't skip

Don't roll

Don't twist

Be like all

Be like me

Be like us

Be the line

And Old And New

All are completely

far from wisdom

and young

and new

and old

and middle

Far from wisdom

Close to bad mood

and young

and new

and old

and middle

All just philosophize

Never make a conclusion

and young

and new

and old

and middle

They seek themselves

but are always lost

and young

and new

and old

and middle

The Last

It could be the last

step through the sand

It could be the last

chat with your friend

It could be the last

fruit on your lips

It could be the last

cuddle on your hips

It could be the last

breeze in the summer

It could be the last

look at the river

Always remember

It could be the last

Enjoy your time

as a playful child

Unkind Adults

They can be rude just

because I am a child

Because I am not their child

I am not important

My parents have big muscles

but today they are not here

Because my parents are not here

rude people are very brave

Tomorrow when I come with my parents

unkind people suddenly will change

Good or Bad?

I wish them all the worst

I send them the curse

I am not a bad person

I do not send any curse

Oh I am, I am bad

All the good they killed

Oh no, I am not bad

I will never be like them

I am good, I am bad

I am bad, I am good

This fight with myself

will never, ever end

Natural Cure

When you wake me up with an embrace

I forget I am an angry beast

I become cotton and a deer

Your love is melting the steel

When you wake me up with a kiss

I forget many people are the ice

and I love all the people in the world

The world seems to me much better

When you wake me up with gentle words

You destroy despair and discomfort

You restore my smile and my courage

You are my natural cure

I Look at the Water

I look at the water

The water looks at me

We are both restless

We both want to flow

silent, carefree, slow

We always fail

Maybe it's our fate

We hit the sharp rocks

We meander as snakes

We make noise as branches

in the grips of storms

I look at the water

The water looks at me

We both seek peace