i wish i could be
at a place where
the snow is still white

deprived of use
opposing disposal
in dusty hideouts

wer ein bisschen denkt
glaubt an gott
und fährt nen diesel

occuring outside:
the washing away of
the remains of winter

never let go of something
you have, to gain something
you don't need

done it, used my brain
for thinking and have
a working computer again

some peoples tales
are like a joke
above the punch line

bikers are only visible
when a car is right behing
them, or so it seems

when madness comes knocking
go in hiding or
don't forget to take a camera

using words
to avoid silence
doesn't qualify as conversation