time for a spliff
pffffff
and now another bedtimestory of ... ofcourse the satellite king
he tells me about his thoughtworld of the lost emptiness
about the rare birds he have seen
the dusts and clouds he left behind
woundering trough his youthscape
i ask him if he had any romance
'anyway the girl comes
i step aside
not in the mood for waste
a thousands lies to cut and paste
rather drink away my ugly aftertaste'
he sez and takes a last sip
the sun goes to bed
so do i
next day, a sunny day
all fibers in me desire to go out
where people are lost in the choas of the fast life
the fast life that never existed
that's why they are lost
looking at the clouds
a crow slowly dives downwards
from the artificial woods of the city
for a trashcan search
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