STRANGER 

I’m looking through the trees.

I’m looking at the sky.

Where is my home?

Where am I?

Night is thick

and Night is bare.

“Come on, let me show you.”

I hear her say.

Stars and moon,

everynight you wait.

Wait for me

to pick up my next fate.

Then the endless sky

falls apart.

In the big hole

I see the light -

           A new world,

           a new life and try:

The sun is shining bright.

People feeling happy

without any sign

of inner fight.

Perfect day seems to be the name.

But I don’t fit,

don’t fit again!

My mind does struggle.

As hot as the beaches

is my desire

To fly away...

The Night, long and lonely

does not hesitate

“No reason to be afraid.”

I hear her say.

And we commence

our nightly game.

We play and play

till comes the light –

          A new world,

          a new life and try:

Foggy clouds mount the dismal hills.

People are as warped as those leafless trees

living here…

for so many years.

Melancholy seems to be the name.

But I don’t fit,

don’t fit again!

My soul here

does not rest.

I’m feeling so empty

on today’s quest…

The silver knights,

your servants, Night,

are coming close.

They are so powerful,

they fight against

the darkness’ ghost.

On their horses,

we reach the light –

          A new world,

          a new life and try:

Watching from behind a desk –

proud young students laugh and talk.

In these school halls

people of success walk.

Energy seems to be the name.

But I don’t fit,

don’t fit again!

To get away,

I would be so glad.

It’s so crowded with smart thoughts

I can’t even take a breath…

I call; then shout:

“Today’s deed is done”

I rely on the one

who does the everynight magic,

whose head is the Night sun.

On her back

I ride again

towards the light –

A new world,

a new life and try…

 Day after day I’m living.

Calling for home,

but like a stranger always feeling.

Did I break any law?

Why can’t I find the place

I have always sought?

Nobody bothers to say.

I’m in a lifelong fight –

a fight so important –

for the place that’s for me the right.

Through a forest leads a path.

Leaves as colourful as the rising sun.

Soon they will be hidden

in the Night.

Before, to my home

I’m going to come.

But then I look through the trees.

And I look at the sky…

Where is my home?

Where am I?