a million
tiny legs
on my back

watching the cat sleep
helps none
to keep me awake

i am glad i grew up
in a less densely
populated world

wien hat 1.7 Millionen
tickende zeitbomben.
weichen wir ihnen aus

i'm wearing a shirt,
and it ain't
even september yet

the weather withdraws
all my ambitions and
leaves just laziness

every morning
it gets
a wee bit colder

ticks
are the perfect
snipers

my toes
pronounced the end
of the climbing day

if you attend it's
no mistake if you are dead,
cuz you'll die anyway