The cold morning of a september day

sunshine, sunset
where did my childhood gone
the strange feeling of being alone



sunshine, sunset
having breakfast in the bed
another cold winter day
the ever returning memory
of your frozen hands



sunshine, sunset
imprisoned in this small world
my head explodes in the middle
of your dream
my eyes are open without any reason



sunshine, sunset
my life is like a baloon
goes higher and higher
i'm in the middle of nowhere



January - 2011

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