On November 5, 2011
Can't you hear me
when I'm calling
you never ever look at me
when we are alone
you dwell away
and look at her
I wish to know
where you mind roams
and in the same time
I'm sorry to see you like this
to suffer like a wound
alone
but so close to me
You're conger like
when it comes to spring currents
and stalagmites
in dark caves
but I know your eyes
they never lie
You dream about
somebody else's anemone
you fake all words and sighs
and urges
and just play
yourself to fool
but never letting go the play.
