Koma

Too early - too deep - too young - too much
Too soon - too fast - too late enough
Too much - too early - too late enough
Valleys without mountains and mountains without peaks
Wings without angels - crying without laughter
A heart without love - a life without death
I forget none of those words

From the coma of my soul
There’s no door to the light
No fresh air
That plays with my mind

Veins - like branches growing from my body
Wrapping around me
And forbidding every movement
I rise to the sky
And lose myself in the heavens
But the blue tears apart - the gray breaks in
Shadows fall over me
I wait here - I wait here
I wait here...

So that I can still feel something
I search for the flame
That burns my heart
So that I can still hear something
I search for the silence
That calls me and knows me

No matter how much I twist and turn
How far I run - how high I fly
My soul lies in a coma
Life rushes past me
I remain in my solitude

From the coma of my soul
There’s no door to the light
No fresh air
That plays with my mind