

behind the clouds My feet lead me through the citybehind the clouds by ~clemm
where the streets whisper in my ear
and strangers seem to have pity
my ears lead me through the noise
of capitalist cars
that seem to have no choice
my dreams lead me through the night
filled with fear of stalking shadows
though I was hoping for delight
Behind the clouds the day awaits
when my alarm clock beeps
I will not be there late.
clemm.
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Wir bilden uns nicht, wenn wir das, was in uns liegt, nur mit Leichtigkeit und Bequemlichkeit in Bewegung setzen. (Goethe, Einleitung in die Propyläen. 1798)