Wilfried Lepuschitz

Wilfried Lepuschitz

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Into the wild

Written By: Wilfried Lepuschitz

into the wild, we all sometimes go
we break all our bonds to get to know
ourselves and our dreams to care
but the only thing missed out...

well, he knows that things are lost expressly when wanted too much
that the distance for some feels somewhat easier than a touch
and he knows that giving time is eventually hard to cope
but to let loose may bring closer than the shortest rope

well, she goes into the wild to find her way, find out about life
searching for distance and into herself she tries to dive
and she goes with a last turn back, step by step
to avoid anything like someone’s breath in her neck

and into the wild, we all sometimes go
we break all our bonds to get to know
ourselves and our dreams to care
but the only thing missed out...
and into the wild, we all sometimes go
we break all our bonds to get to know
ourselves and our dreams to care
but the only thing missed out, is to share

time runs fast when it should last forever
the clock ticks as it almost did never
time seems endless when we’d wish it was gone
an everlasting moment and no break of dawn

and into the wild, we all sometimes go
we break all our bonds to get to know
ourselves and our dreams to care
but the only thing missed out...
and into the wild, we all sometimes go
we break all our bonds to get to know
ourselves and our dreams to care
but the only thing missed out, is to share

Texas hold'em

Written By: Wilfried Lepuschitz

blinded they place their compulsory bets in different amounts
no opportunity to decide, in fact they are bound
you take your time to shuffle, feeling almost as god
you pass the cards to their hands, make ‘em follow your plot

you raise the stakes, you raise the bet
pretending that it takes the measures you’ve set

and with your dealings at hand, you lay out the flop
essentially you bluff to stay on top
burning a card, man, what have you burned?
words and more words of you, promising a turn

you raise the stakes, you raise the bet
pretending that it takes the measures you’ve set

burning another card, but even with two rivers
their water wouldn’t last, to clean your deliveries

you raise the stakes, you raise the bet
pretending that it takes the measures you’ve set

finally head to head, you made it pretty far
counting on more bluffs, well life’s so bizarre
you give it another try, but this time you lean
too far out of the window and now you come clean

and maybe you should have folded a long time ago
so go home, to good ol’ Texas,
to play some cards, on your own