"Poverty"
The rain is beating harder than an egg in a bowl
Is the glass half-empty or is it half-full?
I’m ready to leave the outdoors open
To speak with my mind for the first moment
I need my space, I need to get out
I need to write from high in the clouds
I need to scream loud in the silence
I need another dose of enlightenment
Thunder and lightning versus the sunshine
Easy to decide – the darkness or the light?
Am I misunderstood when I say goodbye?
Sorry this has to happen but I need some time
It’s a cross between confusion and understanding
My thoughts are somewhat demanding
Either I give them recognition
Or the point I’ll always be missing
Even if I cried for hours on end
About the bad things that happen
I’ll be the same person that intends
Through every statement not to seek revenge
