Thoughts
Weave a net
Standing in shades of
Crowned steep hilltops
Like moments stuck to threads
Weightless -
In corners of a ceiling
The eyes fixed on a point
Drawing the attention
To the quietness
Ahead the sun will rise
Amazed she stands to -
Wash in light.
I could waste my time with saying
I could waste my pride running
With all these
Could waste myself trying to ownit at all
If I only could
Life is a mess of beauty and
Beauty is a mess of life
And if mess and beauty is part of your life then
Let us be a mess tonight
Stars
Emerge from behind
Blue of fatigue
As a group of humans
Disturbs the meantime
With the echo
Of wild words
As long stars stare
And eavesdrop to the night
We flow in wildness
Abandoned
Mindless.
Another riot causes havoc
Penetrates my mind
Conjures up emotions
Seizes hold of streets where
Elements collide
Now
I am the mainland
I am the ocean.
Life is a mess of beauty and
Beauty is a mess of life
And if mess and beauty is part of your life then
Let us be a mess tonight
Writer(s): Kristian Draude, Pascal Finkenauer, Sebastian Steffens
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