Playground


The children down there at the playground
still in the dark
never wanting to go home Dad I'm stuck here she yells
with an anyway happy voice and he tells her to just push a little
then she will go forward
and maybe its just as easy as that if we just keep trying we always got to keep trying even if a million times we fail in this merry-go-round the times we succeed they all will be worth it and Im thinking these fast moving societies of synthetics we create where everything is made to be consumed moving forward thrown away as we go along we have more than we can carry still it is our hearts that are the heaviest
and maybe we shouldn't just give up so easy as that

I'm standing silent smiling beside them here they laugh and they run yet they haven't learned fake at this distance I'm watching and I wonder
when is it we stop playing

What is it when what moment in time is it we stop living killing our dreams or pushing our fantasies down under take a step into the dark and keep running blindly forward fast fast forward never looking back chasing something hidden in thousand disguises our eyes wide open but not really seeing even what is in front of us what is coming to us we aim high want it all not to miss anything just to then really miss
it all
and the fire in our hearts we put out not to be burned or just because there is no place for it in this so called world societies we create to be run by kings of paper they live in castles of air we inside bubbles we are protected from something just not from our ourselves this species the only one killing off ourselves and drag the rest down with us

Here we are and we are still children but now we learned fake we're dreaming of toys we don't really need never ever even happy with
the ones we seem to get
do you know that voice
somewhere inside
it will only scream louder when you shut it out there is something wanting out there is something needing space revolting against all this pretend against all this fake reality shows we are pulling here when is it we stop playing
when do we stop our minds from travelling in wonderlands earths we have yet to find we're looking but something's wrong with our focus something's blurring closing the links and we cross our roads but never really meet and when is it we ignore when is it we kill these dreams that were dreamt to be made real when is it we stop listening to each other when is it we stop dreaming
and somewhere inside start dying

I'm still here
on the surface of this inside this carousel
only you no longer here so now I don't know which way its spinning any more don't know
its way
when my heart stops it will be still full of dreams still full of the love made and the one unmade you who saw my dream how do you see me now cant help but thinking when my heart stops where will you be
will they ever hear my heartbeat even when they're close
did you ever
do we ever
hear each other do we ever really take time
to listen