image by Toby Harvard
poem by Sigrun Guggenberger
Everything in life is an illusion.
No matter which way you chose.
What you gain or possess
or if you have nothing at all,
it´s an illusion.
No matter if you build something in life
or if you take each day as it comes.
If you arrived somewhere
or keep searching forever.
Life will burst your bubble one day.
So all I can hope for
is that all along this way,
I dont try to force myself
to fit into a shape,
until I can´t feel myself anymore.
Like an artificial smile
walking through the streets,
facing all those faces
with artificial smiles as well.
And life will burst my bubble one day
but until it does,
I´ll stay on my side tracks,
hoping to keep
my real smile.
