Clock keeps spinning, round after round.
How long have I been up? – I don’t know!
Why can’t you see all the colours that I see?
I want to be colourful and free.
What is going on? – Cycles keep turning!
Now I’m grey, then any colour of the rainbow.
There are echoes in the mirrors, fragments in dust.
I run to the horizon and beyond, never look back.
Run round after round,
a clockwork soldier.
NOUS Skizzen, zweiter Teil: Clockwork Soldiers (Uhrwerk Soldaten)
