I never believed in Groundhogs

It is Sunday and I have a plan.

Tomorrow I will thwart the groundhog's bestial plans and paint the canvas inside the never changing frame with ever changing colours.

And even if the record jumps over the same scratch over and over again, I will have space on the break.

I will put on another record, I will close my ears.

Come on, let's get stuck with the beat, stuck with the beat.

Let's press "refresh" and freshly restart.

Let's pave the road with prophecies that will fulfill themselves.

And if we don't like what we see, let's run away.

What we don't see, shall not see us.

The blind might be overlooked by the dynamics, that are way too dynamic these days.

And even if the milk for the morning coffee will be sour one day, our mood won't ever be.

And I will be happy to only have two feet, and on them I will wear my own shoes.

And I will be happy to only have one self to be aware of.

The other selves have to be aware of themselves.

And some day, I will build myself a parallel universe without an orbit.

And I will sleep at daylight, with three closed eyes.

And I won't sober up since nothing will be sobering.

And the treadmill will tread in vain and into empty space.

And I won't ever again stand still. Down times ruled out.

And I will only stay at places that are windy and breezy.

And should I stumble across monotony, I won't flip but flip the pages of the street map.

And I will get as old as the hills that I climbed,

and when I am 86, I will sit down next to you and we will decide that we never liked beer and move on to champagne.