Stuttering through the mud of words
The shining people that listen anyway
I am about to rave through the pieces left of civic engagement
Dancing like I don’t care, but I do

About you, about everything
But how in this world of slumber
Can I not be another number
How can I set free my force

How not to make things worse
In this place, where mountains fade
There is no way to debate
This smile is an invitation 

For luck, for love, for levitation
Heaven sent or raised by hell
Here on earth is where I shall make my peace 
Here is where ends meet so well

Johanna Blau 31.12.2022