Oberursel, man. It's a wild, little gem.

I live here, dude. Yap, truly alive.
Friedrich-Ebert-Strasse rocks hard.

People wander like drifters in dreams.

You see the market near Kurfürst-Friedrich-Straße.

It buzzes. Like "Ru'luv me, baby!"
I stroll in the Schlosspark.

Trees whisper secrets, chill vibes.

Kids run wild around the pond.

I smile, feel the heartbeat.

“Oh, what a feeling!” as in Moulin Rouge!
You gotta check out the old Bahnhof.

That station is retro magic.

I swear, it smells of history.

I always see couples, holding tight,

sharing confidences like therapists on high.
I hang out near Höhenstrasse.

Crazy street art, raw human emotion.

I enjoy the quirky cafes.

Pure, unfiltered souls and talk.

Man, reminds me of the movie vibes:

“Bon voyage, we’re only dreaming!”
Crazy spots on little side roads,

like near Hauptstrasse, that old pub.

There it's homey, dingy, real.

I loaf around, mind buzzing.

We’re all piecing broken hearts here.

Yeah, therapy’s everywhere man.
I get mad sometimes.

The bureaucratic crap pisses me off.

Streets narrow, crowded, chaotic.

But, hehe, it's all love.

Humans bleeding stories, scars.

So many crazy stories!
I wrote this, in haste,

errr, some typos:

rly, mispels, nuffin perfect,

aweful, wacky, bonkers,

krazy, sh!tty, twirly,

messy, milstd, errrs,

yup, generl chaos, man.
I see thru eyes of a shrink.

Families cry. They whisper, grin.

I tutor hearts right,

just like "Here's Johnny!"

Booyah, life unfurls here!
The river near Bukowitz?

Oh man, that river vibes.

I sit sometimes, think deep.

Melancholy flows.

Reflections sparkle like Moulin Rouge glitter.

I feel alive, yo!
Oberursel, baby, is raw.

I love its gritty beats.

Every alley sings secrets.

I love every overlooked whisper.

Truly, it's a freakshow 😜

Living dreams, bad-ass and real!