voices jump at me through crowds
the water is too cold, tv too loud
it’s really just give and take
like life on the edge or driving without breaks
i am either half-asleep
or the rest of the world is not listening
breathing seems overrated these days
lies are necessary but too hard to face
unless of course you want the truth in your face
also known as the end of history of our trade
or walking half-asleep
through a world that is half-awake
you hear stories among stories
your friends are bragging about things
which make you want to strangle them
but all they want is to murder the silence
which holds too much weight anyway
for those that lie half-awake
in a world that is half-asleep
belief is such a terrible world
like faith and love and peace and god
some actually dare to think
that they have it all figured out
i laugh at them
like a kid at a clown
it’s all over now
means only that i am beginning
to snap out of this half-sleep
and these half-dreams
these half-memories