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I’m dead… and I’m alive

I’m dead and I’m alive and dead and alive again

That’s my rollercoaster

And you throw tickets and words at me: „Go again!”

Can’t help but take them

And jump with a smile on this bloody ride again

Mesmerised, I look

Expecting the starting rise never to end again

You stand in the booth

Guiding this damned train into the drop again

Hidden by darkened glass

I can’t see if you fear or cry or laugh at me again

All I do is hope

And I die… and I rise... and die a little… inside… and I scream: Again!

Or maybe this:

There’s this godforsaken brick wall here

Resisting all attempts of scaling

You could walk left or right for a year

There’s no end you’d be reaching

If knowledge quenches your thirst

My plan is simple, really

I keep runining at it head first
Not learning from it, clearly