“Just One Look” Winter is here ten o’clock’s far too early I just wanna stay in bed / listen to another song before I hit the road if I don’t feel like being with him should I stop being so nice to him? so many rolls of film before I knew you and me, we were on different channels leaving him is just like leaving happy laughter and worries both at the same time on the one hand, I want to go to a deserted island one on no map in this world a portrait hanging there on the wall people from ancient times are in time’s trap, too too much sashimi or oil-paint toxins as I lay sick in bed that night / I suddenly realized the truth about what normally I prefer to forget that actually I will grow old in my own company when I close my eyes, I see coloured patterns that 15th century painting “The Garden of Earthly Delights” the toothpaste & vomit before me could they be used as pigments for a painting? shutting down, I’m just a fortress, as usual just because of that overly high degree of sensitivity it would seem that I am just like you said I was: unable to tidy up another person’s inner being I nod my head at the nightwatchman / thinking that he saw me but instead he was complaining to a friend who had come to see him about how I never ever say hello to anyone / or ask them how they’re going you said you could teach me how to look directly at another person without feeling all at sea but you said you would only do it for a fee I asked: “How much for just one look?” you never replied to this eternal mystery