To us

Circled in by rings made out of steel
a wooden leg is hanging next from his spine
Lovely words are coming out of his mouth
and it’s always nice to believe in it

Sitting next door and listening
Your voice penetrates every other sound
In every second you can find a moment
A moment in silence, a moment with sense

But now we are staying outside, barefoot
In a lake made out made of rainy drops
We never would have believed that it could happen

To us

And the following moments just are what they are
They are proceeding their ways of prediction