EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

the last (bi)cycle

every day and time
the sadness
the first step to madness
when one stands still
with the daily amusement
of the beginning
not being sure
about the mindless ending
the clever one yet dumb
the fuck
the perfect one
I can’t get the rhythm
neither live in the same place
I’ve been in the somewhere far away
always standing over
the same fucking disgrace
no idea where to go
what to say
no rush to complain
for every say never be
far far away
ever walk never play
no idea about that day
praising some real
wheel over wheel
ever going never talk
and not for a moment
you’d dare to stop