I cannot understand the world of my brother In his world Berlin is just a few steps away And the corner shop a lifetime away He'll decide to leave the country As if he were hopping on a bus But experience a thousand moments On the walk down the our street In his world He cannot love somebody when He can love every person alive And if he loves one soul best It'll burn itself out within days He'll cherish a moment, and Let a year slip by unnoticed In his world Kaleidoscopes come in one colour Even blinking is done with passion Films are a waste of time, books Always end too soon and last much Longer than their pages turn. Hello is said with suspicion And goodbye is said with sorrow. In his world He cannot help but turn it inside out He loves his hates and hates his loves He'll see pain and want to quench it See joy and want to dissect it, sapping it. When he thinks he's found his identity He feels like an unidentified object. I cannot understand the world of my brother. Sometimes I want to live in it But I know I never shall and am thankful of that.
I like this a lot. It's touching wothout being overly sentimental. Your brother sounds a little like me.
wow. . thats awesome I really like it. That last verse is pretty much how I feel about myself lately. good job. keep writing. I'd enjoy to see more.
Thanks - "touching without being sentimental" is a real compliment to me. It's not my brother by the way. It's more like several people plus my imagination put together.
