Zywa
Dead days
I may want and know
anything, but it makes no sense
Yes sun, yes food, what else?
But I don't tolerate sounds
let alone that I have any energy
for love or a performance
which brings the day to life -
the dead days of being too tired
for myself and the world
Thinking is already difficult
and time is going too slow
to be able to change something
Lying is still the best
dreaming with closed eyes
that I am fit, and active
with nice clothes on
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