future – Page 4 – Scriptorium '77

This Is Where We Belong

We’re travelling this space for a while. All is dust and we mostly consist of water. We’re still playing with fire while hardly breathing.

close this book

tell me again
there is a paradise
up there

Time Is Always Now

We’re making plans and having dreams
But never is it like it seems
That’s enough of rhyming for today
Because I’ve got important things to say

One Thousand Years and Counting

The winds and smells and noises from the distant wars are blowing. Someone looks up; another one looks down. There are no warriors anymore. They are just children.

the end of yesterday; the beginning of tomorrow

Strangely, I don’t really see the two towers in a cloud of smoke. I see George’s face and I see the end of yesterday and the beginning of tomorrow.

Planet Earth Is Not Our Playground

There is this place I call home
I won’t discuss this too much
This place I call Earth

Forgive Yourself

When it’s Sunday and you’re down
Because nothing worked
And you’re just frown
Forgive yourself

Bon homme Richard

The fruits of tomorrow are already planted
Here and there I can see the fresh air dwelling
And some boys are selling

Halfway to Siberia

suddenly there was Summer
and it won’t go away anymore
it’s weather outside
but I’d like to stay in

Sonnet #37: Changes

The times ahead of us won’t ever see
The struggles and the pain we felt in war
With ourselves we never could agree
It doesn’t matter what we’ve got so far