Seven

On the 6th track, they let us go ahead
- We are alive.
I know - they respond to me.
Sometimes, I think these two are deeply engrossed
In something or whatever it may be.
After all, they speak to me -
It's hard to believe,
But they speak to me and,
In general, to many others.
It's strange to hear this.
I'm not interested in people.
I can only perceive it from the outside.
I am a slave to my own freedom.
And what kind of freedom is there if these two will soon leave
And leave me to live in this dull eternity
- It's certainly easy for them to leave.
People love to just take off a
Nd leave as if nothing happened.
And what about music and me as well?
And what kind of freedom can there be
Without the sharpness of eternity?
The artist's struggle with the reality that consumes him.
I have lost the sense of hierarchy.
I must go.
I won't carry this with me.
Let's think about it.