Waiting on your head

      
     Ordinary space carries you out and rushes away from everyday worries! In his distressed anxieties, the redeeming peace can hardly be persuaded by others who hear the consolation that passes through the night-broken dreams: "There will be nothing wrong!" "He looks like a hesitant little child who confesses sin in us!" Messianic hopes have been replaced by extravagances! An active human mind is playing with trickling pieces of thought, while your new plans are sure to be born!
      
     In the depths of instinct, the love of the Universe and the joys of appearances were once being prepared to create new degrees of hope with our common will! We rushed through the superficiality of our modern age with a driven soul; secretly, superstitious eyes don't even miss the precious minutes, when the heart and the taste of the universe-cherishing kisses are pounding to a beat?! A terrible, prickly fog is raging in us! - Choking parallels, bitter anxieties do not spare the cage-silence either; silent sore wait anxious out of ghost eyes!
      
     Stars little joy how to staple the secrets of the eyes?! As a roar of steps, the troubled Spirit first knocks and then echoes as a footprint of hearts! You digest your members yourself! It is no longer possible to start with cheap promises conceived in the filth of times! A runaway memory seems to never want to remember enough again - it immerses itself in the lake of Léthe-forgetting rivers! Throbbing anticipation of hope-gold is ringing in vain all in vain!
      
     On the extinct platform of dead tracks, the rusty assembly of hope is wasting