left

right

centre

right

left

centre

the centre will always be centre
maybe
whose centre?

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i have many thoughts tonight
let me try to express them

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you are alone in the room
the fan is spinning its web
you are sleeping with it
are you dreaming of the fan?
it is always beside you
have you once paid attention to it?
how the cobwebs and dust form
how the wind weakens
clean it then
you are the one using it
alone in the room

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imagine flying
imagine soaring through the skies
imagine the sun piercing through the clouds
imagine the white blankets as you reach higher
imagine you are still warm
imagine the air is still fresh
imagine you can fly
imagine
the skies' the limit
i will trade flying for a stroll in the park
i will trade flying for a handshake
i will trade flying for my scenery outside my bedroom window
i will trade flying for your smile
the ground feels more real

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das Zentrum
you can spin in the middle of everything
you are your centre
repeat your movements over and over
wo ist das Zentrum des Zentrums?
i can jump out of my centre
and still i find myself in another centre
my body is not free
my mind is always within it
i cannot witness myself
i cannot face myself and see myself in flesh
das Zentrum ist kein Zentrum
aber noch ein Zentrum
stand straight
and lift your hands to the side
you can feel like you are rising
but you are always fixed to the ground
always
do not rise
what goes up must fall
and when you break
it won't be painless
if you must rise
rise to infinity and stay there

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