Lars Schmitt

This thing that I think of

This thing that I think of
Has many different shapes
It’s taller than an oak tree
And smaller than a grape
 
Is it triangular? That’s not what it looks like
Is it rectangular? No, not at all
Is it just round or oval or a circle or a ball?
It really is none of them all
 
This thing that I think of
Is colourful and bright
It’s darker than darkness
And lighter than light
 
Is it a rainbow?It has many more colours
Is it a neon sign? Nothing like that
Is it in purple or in green, in yellow or in red?
Its colour is nothing like that
 
This thing that I think of
Is like an uncertain game
You might win it or lose it
There’s noone you can blame
 
Is it a joker? It’s more than a card
Is it like poker? You have to take heart
Is it Black Jack or Roulette, the whole stake or a part?
Whatever it is, it always takes you apart
You’re losing control, then you’re losing heart
And nothing will ever be the same
‘Cause you can only stand this game

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 02/15/2012.

 

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