I'm too lazy to live alive.
but
There's no way.
Then
I woke up at three o'clock -
Just alive.
Didn't you wish more dreams?
Sorry.
But
There is
Some grain inside
And it rips
for that dreams.
But not
Where the big bandit
Under the ceiling
who wants to kill you.
Stop watching nonsense!
You know that
So it
Goes,
Plays,
Shines
as you set up
a flashlight
or receiver,
or bike -
So, dream to
some other dreams
And wake up there.
Then get up
And go.
Where?
Anywhere.
But let there
be more light.
Let the sun shine
Let the violin play
Let it be the rain and the wind
led window tulle sway up and down
somewhere on the veranda...
- What's that, Barrymore?!
- July.
February 9,20
June 18, 21
Burg
Live alive
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