die Mangel
closing up shop time adding connections relighting this distance trod a path whereabouts am i now no further along the track wading through water making new mistakes or old ones in another location no time for growing up all the commands to keep the childhood in check what is left to deal with der Mensch denkt und Gott lenkt put me in the back of the trunk wrapped in foam and blind drunk socialism lives on in the hearts and minds of the insane wandering europe in a daze nothing better to come up with existing within the statu(e)s quo(ta) on two sides of the fence those who grew up within and harp back to a golden age of childhood rekindled or those idealistic perverts who can right the wrongs of history escape time itself and build another wall the force of reason is persuasion if you don't have the right words hell sometimes the right words will not do the heart runs rampant the deluge of dreams turn nightmarescape let this tottering biped have a go at creation nothing like the ego let loose on a populus hopefully no one gets wind of this communication nothing happens because of it no one jumps on the band wagon taking false notions for a ride delinquent out dated modes of existence headed toward self destruction here comes the flood hell groß britainien may not be such a bad bet after all the initial bloodshed a solid unity is more than likely ripe to re emerge out of the fear always and steadfastedly held over continental europe so near yet so far only so many men have swam the english channel and ein paar women ducks in the water quack