Walking out that door again

Can you hear my feet, you know they shuffle towards the doorway
as i climb the stairs back down i wonder where it all goes
fantasy is not the thing i´m looking for to seek
nothing makes me feel like this, a button on repeat
50 something seconds till i walk right out the door
wondering what i had done, what i had done before

in this moment somethings missing something i´d fogotten
just to see where it would go i try it more then often,
to try as hard as i can try, maybe i´ve been mistaken
and i don´t really try at all i wonder if its faking
in the hallway i can hear that i missed out on sharing
that i should go back straight away and see if i do care.

in this paper written trail i wonder how my day has been
has it been more generous or maybe just as lazy
as the days i had before, before i stepped into this door
opening a path i´d known was there but hadnt seen
50 seconds longer and it still wouldnt have been at all
the path that i had seeked to walk
i came here with intensions lost

Can you hear my feet as they make music on the staircase
did you find intentions weak and see what you could see
i am sure that in a way you hadnt planned your day this way
you hadn´t thought of what could be, which day you meant for it to be
i hadnt planned my day at all
i hadn´t thought of what to do
i hadn´t thought that i could stand another day this way with you

but so much can be done
for fun
not only for myself
not only for you
but for making it through
another day so sullenly and utterly forgotten
it´s passed my mind no thought behind what happened on this day
i walk away i walk away, the stairs the hold my shadow gray
and tell me that the time i used was time was fine was in my mind
is on my side

i knew that moment that i fell those stairs right up ontop of you
that nothing nowhere ever could be anything this easy
as walking out that door again and smiling to myself
i love the way i walk each day, i walk right out the doorway
i like the way each time i feel so diffrently aroused.

50 something seconds till i recognise the reason
why i make this day this way and what i try to do
sharing time and sharing space and sharing an emotion
at a simple low key pace, we charish it for time
and time is 50 something seconds not anything that useful
we havent learned to read our minds and wonder what to do.
We havent learned that closest to the closest thing that we´ll come to
is just as near as we can be, is closest to the new.


22.10.07

blog #1

Schreiben tu ich viel.

Dies ist mein erster offizeller, öffentlicher Schrieb.

Da bin ich aber gespannt.

Worüber ich wohl schreibe...

Einen Sinn suchen.

Darin.

Und in allem Anderen.