How does it come
That I only see in black and white
Why don't others see
That live isn't beautiful for everyone
Some wake up from their sleep
And their nightmare continues
We don't have to think while sleep
And we don't have to fight
We are able to forget everything
Even if it's for a little while
If we could only stop these nightmares
For which we have to be awake
Without the commitment of stopping
Dreaming at all
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PoetryMelancholie und Euphorie, Tiefpunkte und Höhenflug, Misanthropie und Philanthropie, Egoismus und Altruismus, zwischen Wahn und Sinn.
