Always late - Time and its hand always create distance

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Always late - Time and its hand always create distance
 

When the tomorrow will put things in place
that unknown seat in todays
I´ll feel I am another

free from that yesterday 
so full of others
and so empty of me
and so empty of me
and so empty of me

And 
in the 
meantime
I´ll gather your things
I`ll smell your parfums
I´ll place your clothes
while I remember the walk 
of your life
of your life
of your life

When the tomorrow 
will give me another mirror
in which I only see me 
aware
that I am always late
for knowledge
for knowledge