Sneaking For Wisdom

Crawling through the gates of freedom
Sneaking back to hold your breath
Shadows in the trees unfolding
While the memories tend to fade }

There are pictures without colour
Only structures from latest Summer
Another one too warm
too hot
too long —

There are signs on the street
That only seeing eyes will meet
Connect them with the state you feel
But don’t you believe it for real }

It’s just bricks in the wall
That sooner or later grows too tall
The shadows reach for thinking brains
Until the light of day their wisdom gains.