Making Overtime

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