you will not get hurt here. in this town.

i work here

i print here

i play here

i sleep alone

and dream with crowds

of 31 years in the making

i try to run

and away i remain

always here

there never again.

to sum it up

a lot more scars&wounds

but always in the same spots

maybe a bit more to the left

and a bit more to the north

happiness is a cool thing

i tend to find it every saturday night

to then leave it in a dark corner outside of the bar

or maybe on a sunday morning

with the birds and the hung-over, overwritten

heartbreaks.