There are shadows at the walls
One of them belongs to me
Sometimes it looks quite big to me
So that I can’t relate to it
No matter where I move to
Even if the movement is just very small
Even when break through the sound barrier
My shadow outruns me
I know how big I am
(I know) That this image only deforms me
No matter how big my shadow may seem
I am not more or less worthy
I am optimist and nobody can make me feel less
I look through the objective into your hearts
I am optimist and I can be sure that
After every flurry of camera flashes
The quiet comes back sometime
There are pictures attached to the street
They are twice as big as me
On them one can see how I look
But does one see me on them?
How much I may disclose about me
I do not show everything about me
And between me and my picture
You’ll find it hard to distinguish
I am optimist and nobody can make me feel less
I look through the objective into your hearts
I am optimist and I can be sure that
After every flurry of camera flashes
The quiet comes back sometime
There are voices nearly
Tripping over each other while reporting
How they boundlessly overact
With the most colorful stories
It goes from ear to ear
To ear to ear
Isn’t that strange
They act as if they knew me
And indeed better than I know myself