black blue and yellow textile

So many things inside my head

And in front of these doors

Countless futures to will, to do, but I can’t go

So frail, so small

No guide to be hoped for

No comfort to be sought

This only certitude

To have no destiny

Who can help me

Comprehend what this all means

I think that I exist

With nothing to act upon

Nothing ever moves to my touch

And I’m desiccated

Calmly growing cold

Instead of growing old

I can’t stay / There / A peaceful world / So welcoming

Let me in / I want a friend / I need one / Let me in

So smooth

To fall upwards

Exchange walls for fields

And mountains

That will wither down

Just as much

As I climb

Still noon

Anywhere near

But a hippopofool

Hear me, see me, show me your teeth

And keep dancing around

I hit the mattress wall

That meanly wall, so straight and shallow

I want to go back!

Who I am - PyraH

Who I am - PyraH