This music doesn’t stop this music is everywhere
the moment I enter the room and then there is no door anymore just walls>
Would that be a trap, a trip, a fix, a dream ?
or does this room really exists?
is this room my room?
would this be your room?
wheN I see you enter in the darkness I know it is your room in the garden with the laughing Buddha on the window
this is your room and you are inviting me there some nights when I feel alone in the betrayal of reality
when I feel like a stranger where my home is
then there is no consolation for the fearful there is no mother for the unborn and no father for the orphan
everything melts into nothingness and iam buying a new car