I lick an answer out of your mouth and you expect that I tell you “I love you” but I don’t see you; I barely see myself
your questions are mine
I feel young and helpless but you too
speech is dissolved, von der Erde, no longer audible except inside my head but also there
nothing gets solved and I feel dumb
– just sing a song
the words would become a melody in my utopia
and echo
just echo
just echo
this word is a poem it is a joke
which makes you laugh because only the fools know
