Born under the Sign of the Snake
Destined to be a seeker, I’m looking for wholeness, but I only find fragments. These make up my dreamlike worldview.

With the first rays of dawn

A new day has broken, let’s do something.

The night has imperceptibly wished goodbye, leaves behind cold air and ruins of thoughts.

Now, music gets through to my ears, stimulates my brain waves anew.

My thoughts go back and forth.

I have the hope of hitting the stop button at the right moment.

Memories blurred and ever colored by the emotions of the minute emerge.

Sobbing for attention and are fodder for the soul at the same time.

So shines the new day, in the light of the rising sun, through the tarnished pane of glass of the old day.

Such is the magic of dawn.

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