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the desperate attempt of trying

Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need Of some stranger’s hand In a desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain

There’s danger on the edge of town Ride the king’s highway, baby 

Weird seems inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake Ride the snake, to the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long seven miles Ride the snake He is old and his skin is cold

The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall 

Glad that there is no possibility
of switching back to times that passed already.
Glad that it’s over
this journey of fear and even more
anxiety in the afterwards.

The lights went completely off.

Now there come a time
of asking and wondering yourself.
What is the position
what makes the difference.
Can you choose or is somebody else
somebody else choosing the size
of your shoes and the type of leather?

The End.
(looking for the back door)

Edinburgh, October 2013.

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