What can I say? What can I do?
Reality has got cracks. And every day a violent idiot bombs or shoots or hacks or drives more holes in it with explosive belts or rifles or axes or trucks. When did tools become weapons?
And every day these other idiots use violence as an excuse for restrictions and more violence.
Where is the limit? Where does it stop? Will it ever stop?
Everywhere two people gather or try to unite they disagree and start to fight.
Sometimes even one person is split in parts and cannot live in peace with itself.
What can you do? What can you say?
I don't know the answers or where to start looking for them.
These thoughts are no original thoughts, these words no original words.
I know these words have been written and said before.
These thoughts have been thought without solution to the problem.
What is worse? What is better?
Helplessly hoping? Or hopelessly helping?
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit he runs
Wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of goodbye
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he worries
Did he hear a good-bye?
Or even hello?
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
Stand by the stairway you'll see something certain to tell you
Confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying it's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other.
And still there must be hope.
We shall overcome not just survive somehow.
What may save us me and you
is that other people love their children, too.
But after everything is said and done
all that remains is silence.
But does it have it to be silence?
Reality is a song. The whole world is one song.
Let's sing it together…
When did I start writing Klingon calendar sayings?
