wake-ups
a cold breeze
a truth or dare
I don ́t expect appreciation
for the games I ́ve prepared
I ́ve painted the sky in your favourite colour
came up with shapes and shades
newborn and forgotten
as you are torn between
the taste and thrill or going undercover
a single look could kill
or dismantle everything you had
as the landscape is changing
there are things to be done
in-between good and bad
and neither can wait
