lack of textile flock

Testo:

© AKchen
lack of textile flock

I´m in fashion
I´m in style
my suit weights nothing
I choosed water
to feel … not a textile

you walk at night
the ground you feel,
you are not barefoot,
is not to see … not to see

I smell the air
I taste the salt
I hear the waves
the moon shines full
into my eyes
my hair is wet

you left your home
you don´t miss nothing
your usual way
from day-to-day … day-to-day

I don´t know you
you don´t know me
connection failing
we dumped our key
no turning back

I am alone
but I´m not lonesome
a translucent blanket
all around me
the muskles power
feels like electricity

on a grey wall
you found a glove
of a child
cold and wet … wet and cold

no turning back

sunrise
on the horizon
a colorful shoal
carries me
under the sea
downstream migrants

the night is over
you ran a lot
out of your patience
it dawns on you … it dawns

I do not know you
you don´t know me
you´re going backwards
we both are free


© AKchen 2018