time goes by quickly, i look at my life and see
so many things i have missed i can hardly breathe
i wonder how many days, hours and seconds i’ve left
and i hear a knock
tick tock
what are the things you want to spend your last days with?
who are the people to whom you want to speak?
what is the life you want to leave behind?
did you really live it?
did i?
and when the day comes
that brings us our deaths
will it be good?
will it be good enough?
i found you the day it was freezing and people were closed
i gave you my wallet, you had nothing to eat no more
and i turned around and said: „this is my time“
and i left the city
behind
i walked up the street, through the forest and up a hill
and threw away all my clothes and then even my skin
and on the top i stood in the sunlight and burned
i burned everything off me
and then returned
and when the day comes
that brings us our lives
will it be good?
will it be good enough?























































