Songs I remember

Skizze zum Thema Erwartung

von  DanceWith1Life

That day I am about to talk about wasn't so special at all.
At least from my point of view.
A normal day were one thinks, nothing really special would happen, hopes it would indeed and goes around looking every where in case it shows up without introduction.
One so called normal day in a so called normal life.
No, don't get too excited, it will be and stay a so called normal day, but it changed a lot.
For me. Well thats kind of too in-specific, it changed my ideas would be better, but almost not at the magnifying point of the strange dream we have, or should i say I had.
Well, I, me, the sum of bits and pieces I wake up every day hoping to find, I don't even knew what.
Of course it had to be a woman, and for sure she must be divine.
Should I tell You more?
Dreams can be real jugglers.
Dreams can entangle You in a game You didn't even thought possible.
Did I tell You I had to move out of my flat, where everything was a bit too less, no shower, no bathroom. thin windows for very cold winters.
But cheap.
And we had to leave.
No, really, it was said they want to recondition.
They, in this case defined the owner of the house.
Did I tell You the girl I had fun with decided to leave?
Not yet, I guess.
But thats another story.
If parting is bad, write about it, one of the things I am not quite sure about.
The so called coincidences by which I used to live in those days got me a new flat, which was much better and brought with it contact to the friends of the people who lived there, because some of them knew me a bit, and grabbed the opportunity to get together.
And on this day I was beginning to talk about, one of them called to ask me wether I would like to join him for a stroll to the city. He used to do so with the people who lived there before.
So far so good, we ended up visiting this girl he knew.
All put together for me by moving into this new flat.
And the rest of the story changed my life.
No, but my wishes.
No, my way to be careful with what I want.
Yeah, something like that, which is "normally" thrown on the back of the person I/we/people like me call love, and if the person "You/me/I/we love that way" is not accepting such behavior, normally means: "You don't love me".
What brought me to the conclusion most people act like kids, but think themselves
responsible.
And like kids they have their tricks, which means, You cannot do anything about that. People who have kids know what I mean.
And I don't claim this to be the whole truth of the matter, and of course You can establish a lot of arrangements with "Your kids", and You can even drill them and so on and so forth, but that's not what walking this life is all about, isn't it.

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