Life On The Speedball

Life on the speedball Is like driving your race-car Out into space. Survival is not essential, Though the stars in your head Push you forward. What matters if this Is the edge of destruction? You walk on it as god. The days and nights Control you no more - You\'ve conquered your body Cherry-coke wakes you up, Harry puts you to bed Gently and warm, And inbetween You and your two friends Take on the world. Life on the speedball Is like a supersonic train Taking a U-turn. Verticaly. And then landing silently Into a sea of cotton And nights neverending. Sight is useless, Don\'t sing your songs to me! Don\'t bring me flowers! You know that Even though you touch me I\'ll never touch you back. If this were heaven Fewer would burn And time Would stand forgotten With the feverish anarchies of sleep At its side. When riding the speedball Survival is not essential, Life is only a definition.