when life is a long sleepless night
I write the world as home
where you walk a narrow beach
between the sea and the land
when the tracks get tangled in the mud
all the answers want to be away
be scary as a spring flame
be beautiful as a blooming tree
to the running of the ocean currents
or the wind, its writing
fly my mind fly
you can go
I am not afraid at all
and the right wing is White and the left one is black
and the day is the gold of the sun and the night is cold, lightless
and the right wing is White and the left one is black
don't fall, look down
you spent long enough there
wondering how to end
in the words of an old poet
full of defiance and beauty
I create beach-wide white foam
you as beautiful as a suffering god
I'm tired of many words
I'm tired of myself
if you say:
"leave everything, follow me",
I would leave and follow
the flow of the sea currents...

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