In meinem Viertel sind die Häuser groß Und Menschen unterwegs Aber trotzdem ist es dunkel und still Denn die Schritte sind lautlos und schnell Und bald vorbei Um die nächste Ecke In der Großstadt wo die Lichter in den Fenstern brennen An denen Menschen aber nur vorbei rennen Es ist kalt und die Straßen scheinen leer Die Menschen wie gehende Illusionen Das zu Hause fühlen fällt mir schwer In meinem kleinen Zimmer, in dem es riecht wie eine Mischung aus Küche und Sofa Und dessen einziger Bewohner ich bin Aber es ist okay, wenn die Menschen draußen keine Zeit haben Und ihre schweren Taschen schnell nach Hause tragen Denn ich sitz in meinem Zimmerchen in dem die Lichterkette kaputt gegangen ist Und obwohl ich alleine bin, bei weißem Licht Einsam fühlen muss ich mich heute trotzdem nicht
land of confusion
verwirrt
sind wir
wir alle
besonders in zeiten
wie diesen
wenn der sturm bläst
wie wild übers land
löscht manchen verstand
steckt köpfe in brand
ja, so viele heben die hand
wenn es heißt
wer hat recht
verwirrt
sind wir
und der erste schritt
auf andere zu
ist das zu verstehen
wenn der sturm bläst
und wieder zu gehen
mit behutsamem tritt
und mit herz und mit ruh
zu spüren ein du
#loveunites
Being a human being is hard. It fucking is.
It’s feelings and emotions and pain and confusion and helplessness.
We all are different but I believe that deep in our heart we all long for love and peace.
Some people try hard and minimise their lifestyle to save the planet. Some try to spread as much love as they can. Some work their ass off, for other people, without profiting from it.
But some of us have been destroyed by society. We learned to look after ourselves first. We need money, we need things. We buy and buy. Most things we own have been made by a suffering human being. We eat food that kills and tortures animals. We are egoistic. Regarding so many aspects of life.
We need to learn to be loving again. To care for our planet. To look out for our friends, our classmates, the people we go to work with, the people we meet on the street and the people we don’t know.
And some people try. They try really hard.
But it’s depressing. It’s depressing to be trying hard. It’s depressing to not eat meat, when others laugh and buy chicken wings from kfc, and are proud of that. It’s depressing to be helpful and always end up being the stupid one doing all the work and not even being appreciated or respected by the others. It’s depressing to love when people don’t accept that you love who you love. It’s depressing to include everyone in you community, when others think that they have the right to insult people because of the way they look, because of their job, because of their sexuality, because of their gender, because of their status, because of their believes. It’s depressing to see people’s lives getting ruined by hateful people, by intolerant people, by people who haven’t learned what love means. What it means to live on this small planet, as a part of a human community, that should be in balance with the rest of the life on Earth.
And the worst thing: no matter how hard you try. No matter how MUCH you want this world to be a GOOD place. A place for everyone. A peaceful place. No matter how much you want that, no matter how hard YOU try, you won’t be the one who changes the world.
Because there are people who are hateful.
And that hurts, it hurts to fucking much.
But we shouldn’t give up! If we, who love, unite, the message can be spread. The message, that love is beautiful. Love unites. And love heals the wounds that hate creates.
So stop being afraid of love, stop being addicted to power and start to live.