I lost my youth
In a sleepy field of poppies
Breathing it all in
And holding my breath
Not allowed to speak,
Not having a name
I was half-asleep.

Like never before,
I need some clean air.
I don't want to sleep in the field
No freezing in the narrow corridors.

Made in 2003,
Best before 2007.
And it's 2018
I overstayed!

I'll hang around
Make the red look bad.
One has to water the grass.
Gas mask on my pale cheeks.
All these funny scarecrows!
I don't need this anymore.

Life beyond that money bin
Life beyond the jail island,
I want to be wide awake,
I want...

- May 25th, 2018

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