BERLIN

Grey, cold sky from our window

Eastern blocks for functional life

Warm in here though, too warm

Yesterday I was laughing

Pictures by the Wall, about a mile left

Us smiling

Tears, anger now

I'm shouting at you

Looking with love, frustration, hatred

Am I being honest

Not anymore

I pour a drink, creamy, sickly

The music plays too loud

You mention Bowie

I want answers

Reality

Where are we heading..?

You tell me your story

I listen

Now I know who you are

Relaxed, tired, I notice

Snow falling softly

Sleep, after sickness