Gedichte

In a station of the metro
The metro,
in its own tempo,
came rolling into
the station
Frustration,
sweat and perfume,
biting stench in the room
reminding of cavemen
Love,
drugs applied,
never mind:
people above
sadness,
fights over nothing,
causing the suff‘ring:
descend into madness

In a station of the metro
It's early, 6 o'clock.
It is cold.
A winter's day.
The stairs I walk on are wet.
I take the last step as I look into the crowd.
Tall, short, quiet, scared, friendly, chic and nervous people all in one room.
The metro station.
A hustle and bustle of people.
A train rushes in.
The atmosphere becomes fast and tense as everyone rushes to the doors.
The doors close.
I continue to wait.
The metro station

In a station of the metro
The wind is swelling
While the tightly packed crowd
Not aware of longings welling
As the thunder of the train so loud
Whispers of faraway places

In a station of the metro
Businessmen are in a hurry
One can only see them blurry
Dancers listening to Chopin
Thereby eating a French pain
Homeless people sitting nearby
Waiting for a better life
Students missing their screechy train
Then have to wait for the next one in the rain
Busy, stressful, cold and noisy
All this rachet just annoys me
But all these different people
Make it look so cozy and peaceful
This is said to be a sensation
It is called the “Paris metro station”

In a station of the metro
Loneliness
Even though I was surrounded by many people
I was lonely without you
Ignored by thousands of strangers
Rushin’ through Chicago
Stuck in the depth of the ocean
Never would have thought I could move on
Sitting alone at the metro station
We always went to
Feeling numb and empty
But here I am again
Feeling better than ever with someone new
I could’ve never imagined to ever meet
Here I am again
Remembering all the things we had
They are in the past and so are you
I am here at the trainstation with someone new.

In a station of the metro
Despite the many faces, I found the one
while the singer was singing my favorite song
and I was scared that you will be gone
before I can tell you
I feel and fell for you
The light of the train seemed so bright
but actually your soul was my sunshine
I was afraid we were going in opposite directions
so I built a connection
when I met you, the first sound I heard
was your voice that chirped like a bird
The smell of the cigarettes made me sick
but your perfume was fantastic
when I went to the train I was alone
but then I had known
you, you with a perfect smile
And I starred a while
and at the end
there was a ring on your hand

In a station of the metro
All the unknown faces passing by
The smell of fuel making me high
I would like to see my friend
But the train’s way is a dead end