time and chance

everything in its own time
to meet is merely chance
a bump of heads
an embrace of love
it’s all choreographed in the dance

who is the fool?

who is the fool,
tell me, who could it be?
the foolish, blind king,
or those who believe he can see?

who is the fool,
tell me, who could it be?
is it the fool of a king,
or is it you and also me?

the ultimate goal

a man alone
together with the rest
missing the ball
but trying his best
together we fall
but we don’t tell a soul
to appear as a winner
is the ultimate goal

knot butt

not to say,
but to ask
not to lock,
but to loosen
not to shut down,
but to open up
not to fit in,
but to flow out
not to sit down,
but to stand up
not to walk together,
but to run everywhere
motion
station
individual
nation