The dog walked down the street
For many years he was walking in the sun
but now there is snow
he got used of not walking anylonger in the snow
sand and chrystal clear water
now it´s snow again and he sees a lot of mountains
he was born here but he went away to
where there is sand and chrystal clear water
the walking here now feels so real and ugly
when he was walking so unreal and full of hope on the sand back then
The dog got older but feeling old is something he can still refuse
He is bombarded by the real shit
He is losing faith in crying out the unreal shit
Is it all just shit?
Forgetting being on a quest doesn´t mean
not still being on this quest
it just means that the dog has to bear more pain
on his lonely walk
What will come?
The dog doesn´t know
He even stopped dreaming and hoping
but he´ll keep walking down the street
no matter where, no matter how
just lonely
and alone.
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