die prenzlauer berg paradox

the streets are empty
maybe somehow they even full
i wouldnt know, actually
i cant see
half blind, half asleep

the slippery sidewalks
the graffitied walls
the loud cars passing by
the blue sky in its deepest thoughts

its almost like i can hear it (the things they never said)
i feel it (the warmth in their skin)
i taste it (the salty-rusty flavor of life)
but i open my eyes and everything is unseeable

i walked for miles and miles
how could i ever know if im in the right place?
i left my bag
i forgot my keys
i have nowhere to go

or have i?