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- THE FENCE
Once Franz Kafka sat
In his heavy coat
On the fence
I do the same
I sit and waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin'
This is already said
Alredy foretold
All the bands
Did not help -
They've got me waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin'
waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin'
For the next life
Sittin' on the fence - the boundary of daily
It's so splintery and old - as just my feeling
And the big grey sky - it is my only ceiling
in the next life.
Kept the hands in the pockets
Of my heavy coat
Kept in warm -
What for what
I kept a waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin'?
Franz Kafka'd already written
Down my heavy thought
Written down -
Word by word -
That I was late and it's late to rate or hate him
The fate's unstraight, I duplicate him,
We'd been waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin'
For the next life.
Sittin' on the fence - the boundary of daily
It's so splintery and old - as just my feeling
And the big grey sky - it is my only ceiling
in the next life.