Lyrisches

Auf diesen Seiten habe ich in loser Folge einige Texte abgelegt, die in den letzten 20 Jahren entstanden sind. Das ist eine lange Zeitspanne, die verschiedene Phasen und Gemütszustände umfasst.

Es geht um Menschen, die mir begegnet sind, um Orte der Erinnerung, um Liebe, Abschied, Selbsterkenntnis.

Die Texte sind überwiegend in meiner englischen Muttersprache. In letzter Zeit habe ich es vermehrt mit der deutschen Sprache versucht. Sperriger zum dichten zwar, aber zunehmend reizvoll.

I hear so many voices,
but their message is unclear
There are so many choices,
but I haven’t got any idea
where to lead my steps, which way to turn
in a labyrinth of possibilities, in a maze of time
I only know one thing for sure:
I’m walking the thin line

I often lie awake at night,
my thoughts race through the dark
As I turn from side to side
I hear the neighbor’s dog bark
I want to know where I belong,
a place to call my own
I want to feel fulfilled
I want to find myself a home 

I’ve tried it with religion
but it was of no avail
no answers, only questions
along my stony trail
Some say the latter is the goal,
the reason for my existence,
solving the riddle of mine
I only know one thing for sure:
I’m walking the thin line 

For many I’m a dreamer,
doubting a sure career,
clutching at thin straws;
wasting the final year
For others I’m too adapted,
an established bourgeois
reading conservative papers
and reading for the bar
I want to know where I belong,
a place to call my own
I want to feel fulfilled
I want to find myself a home