Wondering

Yes.

I've walked through

a hard path

with these soft legs

which no longer can walk

a feet ahead...

Should we still pretend

to have an interesting life

while we hate every second of time

that we look into each others eyes

feeling pity about ourselves?

Sorry, mother, sorry, father,

if I am not what you've expected.

You should not be surprised by this,

you sould not be surprised at all!

Look at you both!

Surely something had to go wrong.

... So, here I am.

You know I can hurt you with a word

and I know you can hurt me with two

but you are sure I will never hurt you with three.

Where we lost our words?

Where we lost our love?

Where we got lost of us?

Probably in my mothers uterus.

I think, by now, she should have never let me out.