You only do for me, what I do to you unconsciously.

In this muddy afternoon of my time here,

I’ll only say what I think and fear.

I’ll make even the silence sound very clear.



My world is round,

your box don’t fit at all.

Yes, the world is mine,

your mind don’t fit at all.


We can’t always say right what we should.

I wouldn’t bother if I only could.

When it was time for me to go,

I only stayed to prove you wrong.


Oh, my, my lovely sun,

Do you know the weight of choice and how it burns?


April 2015


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