_ checkers hyper

There is a bunch of people
We’ve met today
And there is a bunch of people
We are gonna meet tomorrow.
Eyes meet eyes
Get in touch
Start to talk about some shit
Which is going on
In this world of thousands
Of bunches of people.
It’s just me and it’s only you that start
What bunches of people do.

Connecting.

Hold your string tide that I gave to you.
Because if you wanna find me
You have to follow this line through
bunches of lives that I collected.
Reacted on a base of half knowing half
discovering what you really are.
A juice I choose out of a checkers
hyper, founded in the middle of all kind of juices.
But you, you are the special one
Unique between all these bunches of flavours.

There is a bunch of people we´ve met today and there is bunch of people we are gonna meet tomorrow.
And it´s so precious
that I had the chance
to get to know you
That you just did
What bunches of people didn´t do.

You didn´t see my skin.
You didn´t see my name.
Just a lost one looking for the reason of connection.
Love, satisfaction and identity.
What is wrong with all the bunches of people
Living in eternity of nothing.
Pretending the reason of being is having
And the sense of values is a blessing
to all the bunches of fools,
Living a lie because they forgot to look in one another’s eye
and start what bunches of people like you
always do. Connecting.
I am here and I am laughing.
About the irony of a checkers hyper living,
Cause more can never be better.
It´s your flavour that creates the matter.