Refrain:
I see the future forcing me.
I’m afraid of what will be.
My way of life predeterminded in my mind.
Will I fail - will I arrive?

I see the signs of time
Provoking by us not long ago
There will be a prime
Cutting off us from our lifes before.

And I know what to do
But I’m afraid of … I’m afraid of …

… The turning point!
The point without soil
Under my feet. Never loiter
And nothing to avoid,
Where conventions and conservative intensions
Can’t find significance.

No values - nothing’s worth.
It’s time to search!
Questionmarks in every birth,
In every acts and objects.
But every church
Has to die sometime!
Nothing will be like before!

15/Jan/2007, 01:21 Uhr , Gedichte, Gedichte 1995-1997, Vis Matrix ,