Your life is not on a track like a train. It sails through the air like a bird.
May you all sail with ease in the winds of the world!
Your life is not on a track like a train. It sails through the air like a bird.
May you all sail with ease in the winds of the world!
Life is a short opportunity to say “Hello!” to chance.

By Detlef.
Because pre- and afterlife is the domain of rigid determinism.
Meet you at the fairground. Please accept that I won’t step into the haunted house.

By Detlef.
Where will the wheel of fortune take us today?
Chasing rainbows on the other side of life.

By Detlef.
Trying to go home.
Home is a place deleted with a mouseclick by someone inside a bad bank.
Not in your heart – but anyway:
You cannot reach a place that only exits in your heart.
So it’s just thinking rainbows from the other side of life.
“Strife” would have rhymed here but I didn’t want to say that.

By Detlef.
Something happened that was not supposed to happen
and then something that was supposed to happen did not happen
and then the life I had in my head wasn’t happening at all.
Life was what happened, one moment after the other,
one hour, day, week, month, year after the other,
zip, zap, happening, like a circus show.
Should I be in the ring?
Should I kick some serious ass?
Should I be a tiger, an elephant, a clown,
something to look at?
Is it okay I’m happy?
Lyrics: Detlef Cordes/ Licensed under Creative Commons by/nc/sa/3.0