Don't love too much
don't forget too much
Don't move too much if possible.
everything too much drives away the mystery,
gags chance, fogs up the glass of the
desire. Don't live or die too long,
It's re fucked, re, I understand.
I, sometimes a poet, give you these tips
which I myself do not follow.
but don't listen to me too much
I have suffered too much
I have more plowing in the desert.
I didn't want to talk to you about me,
I'm sorry, sometimes it's my belly button that's the only one.
friend that I have.
By the way: don't give your friendship away too much.
Too much is extreme, it is the totality of the total.
but if we can't, if living is light,
turn it all on,
set everything on fire,
and let heaven go to hell once and for all.
Come on, don't give me shit, come on, with your too much
love until your bones rot
move daily, they have nowhere to send you an email
forget everything, because at the end of the day the world is lukewarm
full. And the mystery and chance and desire?
they also already fucked, wow they fucked the
human heart for so long.
too much is the least, hit that fly,
it's summer. See you later.