madness is a cure
for all you have to endure
it shines so bright
there is no light
when you try to be a nine year old inside

wecome to
is a word far way
whenever we drink
or wanna say

I have no way
I have no dada
to ensure your true nature
of pain or cold

I drive on
like a caterpillar
through the green
and through the drought

…and all it had brought me
was your final thoughts.
Nothing itself
nothing is all
everything is art
when you speak of it now.

m. 19/07/2005 1.13 am

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