normalean

you peel yourself out of bed
„what have i just done yesterday?“
sun’s shining through your open window
you have to close
because it’s very cold outside door
getting up, clothing on
doesn’t matter how you look and smell
like you’re the only one on earth
have nothing to eat, bakery you’re searching for
walking downstairs, every step seems loud like a drummachine
outside door you see some people walk
walking to church, walking for lunch,
walking their dogs
you go on, go on
and recognize
you could be everywhere, and it would not show a difference
nowhere is a difference with this special light and air
heading for the bakery
where was it again?
it was told you yesterday, but you can hardly remember
on street lies the rets of saturday
broken hearts, broken promises, broken vomits.
what are you searching for?
what are ou walking for?
you want to get some rolls and a bread,
need something to eat gettin the cat away
away with memories
gone with the minds
you begin to doubt… where is the fucking shop?
you go on straight, no idea where else it could be…
and then suddenly you see,
you get into it, buy it…
and now?
now, that you’ve got your rolls and bread
now you got everything you ever wanted…
are you happy now?
can you tell you can get ever happy again?
you love to be unhappy
that’s why i left
on a sunday
because the only good day
was a sunday,
and as i told before,
i can have this sunday morning everywhere… it’s everywhere the same.