An Ideology Wanted

My eyes resting on the sky … I want to get wings and fly off Time shrinks into the Room what will happen to me? I am of stuff, turning into stuff, And my Life is made of this I needed an Ideology to embrace the entire world ( but now? ) I am just sitting here Information and signs are attacking me It seems I have no place of my own… ( but of course, I got my eyes alone resting on the sky ) thoughts come and go sometimes the stuffy ideas crack and fall So I tell my friends a joke Have my fourth meal Stressing around Oh, but to forget myself With my angel´s wings and sea-green eyes