These Streets Poem by RolfChristian Eichele

walkn these fading worn streets 10000 times to hook up a beat, eyes closing still I’m on my feet too young for my body to ache like this, too sick in the mrng and shake like this and I hate all this….its never enough to keep up with it and its neva strong enough, rush neva long enough, neva like I dreamt of it imagined it, like it was once to b an answer like I needed it…to forget everything like I needed to, now it’s all I know, try to remember life before, can’t think too much anymore,3rd world war, never have enough to pay for it, never strong enough to get away from it…I just cant get away with it child I know your sick …this dark sky, dappled heroine eyes…….. trudge these streets wearily, … they love a homeless junkie, wrap you in sickly sweet concrete, pipe dreams, and everything, is not quiet what it seems, emptying life blood streams it’s not easy to be free, tomorrow’s never better and you are harder not stronger and prouder not wiser. R-C K E