it's either windy
or rainy
sometimes it's both

i reached a new level
in a game that should not
have started at all

go on strangle me
i can not wait to be a
revenging spirit

invading mosquitos
nuisances that come
with the firt spring sun rays

hours later i realise
that i hadn't offered
her a glass

with their leaves down
the trees reveal the trails
that lie behind them

abandoned, overgrown objects
lacking any sign
of former glory

followed a beaten track
to a place that
holds nothing for me

the screams from the park
are nothing but squeaking
hinges of a seesaw

when everything that can
go wrong, goes wrong
it's only fun for a while