How Much

Wolf in a sheep‘s skin has to eat grass.

To avoid his detection he walks on broken glass!

I‘m nowhere at home, always on the run,

My home is where my head is, always toward the sun

I am afraid of nothing because life is but a dream

Don´t call me a liar just because in my sleep I scream

I´ll be a ghost tomorrow, nothing´s left behind

If only I could get this certain thought out of my mind

How much does fit into a life? What is the formula to calculate the volume of a soul? How can we be warned to reach full measure?

Five fathoms deep the answers sleep: a part´s more than the whole

My body‘s failing me. I‘m falling apart. Words tumble out of my mouth, make a mess in front of my heart. When I‘ll be dead and gone, don‘t put flowers on my grave. They don‘t deserve to die for me. I was just consume‘s slave.

Age is a bitch - Going mad just a matter of time;

I am a weirdo witch and I talk only in rhyme.

Life is utterly overrated, it´s just a gift we didn´t want, give it away when nobody´s watching, but better not hope for a sound refund