This morning I was thinking
Running along the sea
Thinking about what happened
To me
At a certain point I remember as a child
I had a paralysed brain
And a heart making overtime
Making overtime
Knocking on thick brick walls
Imprisoned in a cell so cold
Pills powder and other stuff
To tickle my brain and let the knocking stop
Knocking it off
Making overtime
How did I ever get my brain to move again
And release my heart so it can feel the fear and the pain
Making overtime
I can’t read I can only write
Can’t hear what you say
Let me talk to you
For a while
I wonder what comes after this
Ain’t it funny to be busy with
Something and just find out what it is
When it’s all over when it’s all gone
Making overtime