Listen

Literature about stars and satellites
Won’t get you any closer to eternity
Books about enlightening and orbits
Don’t fill up enormous empty places
In your weird soul, lonely boy
You speak more and more, and hear less
If someone asks you what happens next
You reply “see what has happened to us”

See what has happened - your browser
Contains more opened tabs than days in the week
You don’t even have time to call your dad,
Not even cook some food for yourself
You cannot eat your books, shout your books,
Write any music by reading them
Hey, you’re so beautiful when you laugh,
So beautiful to put on every poster

What’s inside you, lonely island,
Weird, forgotten, pitied?
We, note that, are not tall enough
To search for examples,
To strive for the best -
It’s still too far until we reach the top
Shut up, you’re talking a lot,
Shut up, you’ll be heard way better

The world around is waiting from you (well, that is perfectly well explained)
Some new music, and this mission is possible,
You can do everything, we both know that,
Enough making yourself vulnerable,
Enough reading about stars -
Come out at night, sit, look above,
It might be too late for new inventions,
But you’re still able to hear

How the air resonates after the heavy rain,
How the big summer waits for us,
How you instantly want
To tell about all this in your new chapter,
How city traffic jams sound in the morning,
How april sounds right in your ears,
To fill all your boxes with music,
Just go out of the closet, see the light and listen