somewhen else

travelling through time and space
which we think of as separated
although we see there is no way
how to describe things isolated

from ourselves and our views
we feel we're bound to unknown limits
each sensation as a whole is new
although we screen old patterns in it

so maybe I returned somehow
to some strangely created temper
that was forgotten until now
but it is new 'cause I remember

but I can't leave that changing loop
where each discovery is rotten
I circulate – led through a tube
caught by the thoughts that were forgotten

following my selfish trace
from which my mind feels isolated
although this is the very way
from which I can't be separated

is that the mindset to reach me
who reads these lines and tries to listen
in future times bridging “to be”
over a looped up dead end distance?

what is this writing down these lines
that I do read as if they're written
by a mind that is of course not mine
revealing what I think stays hidden?

but after all I can't reflect
why fate seems shaped by that circle
there was no time to cause the act
of leaving hopes to cross the hurdle

traveling through time and space
which we think of as separated
although we see there is no way
how to describe things isolated