The Answer

19th of November 1992

Nowhere I found you

Nothing is safe

I hold on to my dreams

Which makes me a slave

Everywhere chaos

No conclusions at all

Where is the entrance into the brick wall

I ache for your warmth

But you don’t seem to notice

Inaccessible love

Like a white blueish lotus

What shall I do and where shall I go

All such questions I will never know

All I can do is just what I feel

At least I’m sure that that is real

Waste of time

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