Softness 3

Do you reflect on your old age, as twilight starts to blend? Do you reminisce on childhood, the toys that were your friends? Do you remember what it was like, to play with them each day? What would you do in paradise, if you were there today?

It can take a lot of effort to focus attention

I see a picture of a landscape That an android imagines There are no people or live animals Only electric sheep on the grass They are yellow and black and pink And they shine in the sun metallically They do not bleat or jump They only stand still And look at me mechanically Are these just faulty images in its memory Stored there accidentally by a glitch? Have they no meaning for it Just useless data to delete? * It was an android It got devoid And it couldn't resist the sinusoid

I have my head in the clouds And I don’t know what to do Is it a dream or an escape? Or is it something true? But the sun is burning bright And the sand is in my eyes I have to face the truth and fight And leave behind the lies I have my head in the clouds But I can’t stay there forever Is it a dream or an escape? And is it now or never?

In the deep and dark forest There are secrets to be found Among the mosses and ferns There is life all around The moist and tiny creatures They crawl and hop and fly They have their own adventures Beneath the starry sky But there is also something else That stirs the forest air A tender lust that fills the hearts Of those who wander there

Have you ever felt like an old toy abandoned in a dumpster, like a used piece of equipment rusting away? When the body pierced by painful rods of memories bends under its own weight, when the feet burn with longing, and emptiness spreads around?

Inner restlessness and feeling of discomfort, anxiety in my head, in my room, in my quarter, in my country, on my planet. And how do you feel at your place?

How did this happen that our souls lost their connection to our bodies? Why do we remain separated and lost like a creature pieced together by Frankenstein - intended to be superhuman, in practice unhappy and non-functional? Where does our happiness accumulate now, and how can our pain be released, without which we only hurt ourselves and others? How can we fix it?

How did this happen that our souls lost their connection to our bodies? Why do we remain separated and lost like a creature pieced together by Frankenstein - intended to be superhuman, in practice unhappy and non-functional? Where does our happiness accumulate now, and how can our pain be released, without which we only hurt ourselves and others? How can we fix it?