While I haven't been *the student*
always inside my mind,
reading Dies Irae instead of
relevant stuff
I'd say confidently
I picked up something handy.
In school I presumed a lot
disdain from those within earshot.
Informed through a broken mirror.
A mere self-reflection-error.
While crawling out of the cave
far behind, I see the shadows rave.
But one thing i always can remember
the thing noone can take away
Mrs. Kallir was harsh, but really? Fair.
One might, back then, say
school sucked, but do I say so about your class? Not today.
I wish all the best, anyway.
Gefühlsduseleien
Ein Tag brachte Enttäuschungen.
Gescheiterte Versuche,
warfen kalten Schnee auf die Gedanken.
Träume sprangen aus den Wolken,
sie brachen sich beinahe das Genick,
doch sie [ ... ]