Vanitas
Loss of control
controlled, guided, driven from outside
I am ordered to take every step
someone lets me live
stops me and sits down kicks me
seems to roll my moves
then pushes me from field to field
then has bad luck and someone hits me
loses his money with me
He has to pass one lap
Then tries his luck again
Pushes me past my colleagues
I'm at the front, nothing is stopping us now
Last lap, we are in the lead
he reaches towards me with his hand
then takes me by my skull
and pulls me even further
familiar with me, sits down all his thinking in me...
how can he be mine? how do I like him? How can we trust each other?
How can we trust each other?
He trusts in me, puts all his thinking
in my power as the highest trump,
giving me trust, he moves me
by his hand, by his skill
now he adds up all the numbers
point for point, which I won
I I tried to give it my all
tried to be at the front
he now adds up all the numbers
point for point I won
I tried to give it my all
Does he reward the urge to win?
Finally the goal, sir, he is celebrating
Finally won, out of the game
He takes the world on which I live,
He takes that world I am in
and puts it back in the box with me