In the Latest Hour of the Senseless Time

Throwing paint on a canvas, words just come out of my mouth
Touch the floor and it's getting cold
Look at the lights coming from the busy road
I hear the tic tac toe

It's 03.51 AM and I also hear you breathe
I watch you sleep and words come to me
Bite my finger, wish you were here

It's 03.55 AM you suddenly moved by my side
My dream came true so fast
I write these words while listening to the train go by and bite my finger in joy.

In the latest hour of the senseless time I discovered my path.
Two roads diverged in the middle of our shadows
Wanting more sweetness into the cold clear crystal cup
I refused to accept the madness of the now
That’s it… there is no going back

I choose the path between the empty shadows
A path where they dance around the colors of the fire
With their movements they become one
Revolting with joy that’s pouring from everywhere
Endless ecstasy with the intensity of a waterfall.

While the rest chose the straight forward path
They walk in lines marching towards the northern hemisphere
Doing everything that the bigger shadows demand.

So I chose the path between the empty shadows
Where the light reflects the splendor and the free movements our hands
In the Latest Hour of the Senseless Time