Retrospective :Prague Pride 2012, or Winter's Day Remembering Colours

How Are Things?

Was foolishly wondering
what was the missing piece
in our everyday lives
and it was me!
It was me.
The missing peace.

The good music was my greatest
schoolin and still must have kept
sending me back to learning
But nothing is what it seems

Pathetique Sonata by Beethoven
How does that sound?
Fool around
Nothing to know


After getting a good life lesson
Simply
Some time
Somewhere
Someone

Why do I still need an emotional airbag
to make a hole into the matrix?
The energy must flow
the right direction.

Better start to sow
Simply
Now
Here
Me