Free Fallin 'Broken Soup
If you were now at sea, you were happy.
The soft breaking waves, the roar of the water and pleasant cold that run over your bare feet. The wide sky above you and the dark, velvety night around you. The gentle wind that caresses your face and tells you about a life that extistiert only in your dreams. The cool sand beneath your feet, the taste of the salty air on your lips. All that you take on in you, take it up and put it around your heart.
your soul finds no rest easy. You'll find just a break. The restlessness is burning under your skin and you feel trapped in a cage. Hogan's expectations, which the bars can move ever closer. But the thought of the sea will save you. The idea of the vastness and the silence. The air in your lungs, the beating of your heart. You want to feel again, will you feel you can easily recover.
But you sit in your cage and you are deaf Sun No color, noise or odors. You see the world outside your window, but only at your window.
you dread the day and night will never leave you. For the days will show you how much time you waste, how many opportunities you miss, and how little you actually live. But the Nights are filled with your wishes and hopes, with your plans and ideas. In your favorite darkness everything seems humanly possible.
But you just sit there and stare fixedly new infinities in the world. You just sit there.
