A short dialogue between myself and Helena

You tell me this:
- Man, there was an art school...
- It was cool...
- Weimar act...
- Being it fact...
- Let's move on...
- One upon one...
- No lethargy...
- No therapy...
- South land...
- North at hand...
- It's the Fall...
- Nature's call...
- There's a melody...
- Inside your ears running free...
- Maybe we've style...
- Maybe we are reason and rhyme...
- I remember that in Sweden was a lucky dime...
- It was fine...
- There was a ticket there that did glow...
- In the land of ice and snow...
- Day's young...
- We're inside a song...
- No art...
- No start...
- Veiled human race...
- Masked face with a shoelace...
- There're leaves trees that fall...
- In the floor...
- Near a wall...
- Open the gate by the door...
- You melt everything inside...
- No time for a ride...
- I'm producing a new sound...
- You'll see what I've found...
- There's the sky...
- Flying high...
- Mountain freefall...
- A cascade in the house hall...
- Chewing gum...
- Totally fun...
- What to do?
- Politicians pop out of the blue...
- Being a ghost...
- Having a toast...
- Butter and bread...
- No time to spare...
- I know that you always double dare...
- Heathen we're...
- Never close, never far...
- This period is sad...
- It drives me mad...
- Chaos and confusion...
- Isn't an illusion...
I stare at a mirror corridor...
Trying to think what's at stake in the land of lure...
Answer you this way:
- Lack of inspiration...
- No daydream nation...
- Geeze are eating cheese...
- Maybe I'm not Portuguese...
- Visioning a silhouette...
- Suddenly think on a cat...
- Water turning into fire...
- Artificial intelligence without wire...
- I know that we're by The Fall...
- No Berlin Wall...

-We're actually real small...

- There's a chip...
- Dancing with a vaccine trip...
- You know how we're...
- Life's road mutters towards ourselves in our mind's car..
- Maybe we're here and there..
- It's the atmosphere...