To touch my hand,
Is this my own emptiness,
How I wonder what it would be like,
If only I where what you wanted me to be,
I am nothing you planned,
Inside myself,
With one word,
It shatters,
Before you,
It shall lay upon your bare feet,
Would you dear walk over it,
Slip in and out of consensus,
In a world that decays before us,
With a smile on,
It’s not so dangerous,
Put it back gently,
Walk away quietly,
Never gave you any part of me,
Only out of fear,
That you would give me everything,
Withered and old,
Together and fresh,
Something different,
Always the same,
How can this be?
Lost inside a dream,
A place of discomfort,
Torn and broken,
Take care of things you don’t fully understand,
Something fragile for you to hold,
This time it’s not my hand. |
