All our lives we stand
stand in front of a door
or so we assume

when we open
another closes or was already
just in front of us

we see the seasons go by
playing its ritual on that door
thats just in front of us

we open it again
or never

there is just always
a door

I opened the left green door
but it was closed

Knowing is weakness 

Questioning is structural

I would like to display the tracks I leave
on a wall

but
you have to look twice

because my past is worth it
to look twice

at least by me

The reflections
of colorful glass in broken glass
is saying it all

if I am not mistaken

There is enough to see 
amongst the dead buildings
sprung from dreams and nightmares 

it’s just a matter of perspective
contrast
some lines
and an eager eye 

My wings are not clipped
but I lost some feathers
landing hard

hopefully I still have enough
next time I drive off a cliff 
again

Underneath we all know
but live in bliss
till the day we know
the days we have left 

I like buildings
they say nothing
while I let them say everything 

I did not carve that line in concrete
but it sure does
forces me 
to choose a side