PRIVATE SLOPE
your anti-attitude
tug me to a turning point
where I stood already once
there is space
to ask me what I want
which wishes, dreams, longings - whatever
how I life - for what
and where the fuck is my stimulating point
I stay once more
in my private slope
to ask me really earnestly
a step forward?
a step back?
a step moves to turn me on
to dance around my life
I celebrate this special moment
like a child play god
without prejudiced opinions
to find out
where my stimulating point hides
yes - this lets me survive
darkest tiny black holes
fully with direful moments
like darkest desperation
in my own universe
a step follows the other
until I lose the gravity
beneath my feet
just to forget who I am
I format my mind
until "idea life" is left in my palm
like a seed
I take it to my heart
and I sow - for a new time
at first I have to play
a genius-like gardener
to harvest love
harvest love
harvest love
and without looking for it
I found my stimulating point
dressed up as a flower
however - it is my heart
speaks to me
more truth, more
than in a book stands written.