"Moments in a flow"



Some call it sick and tired,
some call it fate,
but what stick this together,
is that all will be too late ...

Hated so much,
these moments in a flow,
every single word,
I used to know,
I'm not strong enough,
to stop the pain,
while weakness opens my hand,
and I have to let it go ...

The same feeling,
that made every minute a'count,
the same emotion,
that made my life going round'n round,
frozen in a second of fear,
with no trick of light,
to rescue it all,
just gone and disappear ...

Hated so much,
these moments in a flow,
every single word,
I used to know,
I'm not strong enough,
to stop the pain,
while weakness opens my hand,
and I have to let it go ...


Where's any sense in being alone,
when I hit the wall,
and touch the ground,
so hard and bad,
my hearts like a ship on the ocean,
I feel so far far away from home ...


Copyright: Achim Tober

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