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!