In the highest flattest step. Among breeze. In the middle of the night. Surrounded by spiders and skeletons. Afraid, looking for a torch. I hadn't slept. Chased. Running, evading and jumping. When I used to not care at all. Simpler. Way, lost too. The way here. Where too I care. For when I used to not care at all, lost in all, looking for the way home where healing could begin, I listened to a lullaby.
In the highest flattest step. Among breeze. In the middle of the night. Surrounded by spiders and skeletons. Looking for a torch. For home. Afraid. I hadn't slept yet. Soon to snooze to forget. Chased. Running and evading and jumping. When I used to not care. Simpler. Way, lost too. The way here. When I used to not care at all. Looking for the way home where healing would begin.This are just four words. and some more this ist.
In the highest flattest step. Among breeze. In the middle of the night. Surrounded by spiders and skeletons. Looking for a torch. For home. Afraid. I hadn't slept yet. Soon to snooze to forget. Chased. Running and evading and jumping. When I used to not care. Simpler. Way, lost too. The way here. When I used to not care at all. Looking for the way home where healing would begin. This are just four words. and some more.