when I wake up
I ask “who are you?”
and I am a broken
pair of arms
finding out what I have become
like water in a a dirty gutter
let’s go along on years
where for so many trips
my heart has been speechless
Mr. Despair, I do not like you very well,
a place that nobody goes
a flower that asks you
to lie down in the road
so you may be run over like a truck
Mr. Despair, I do not like you very well,
you take and destroy but
leave enough to die for
with memories so blue and bad
I wish to dive and duel
like the pilot’s view
in old world wars
let’s go on years
where so many trips
my heart has been left speechless
Mr. Despair I do not like you very well
take the idea from a river
like me
go floating into roots
at the bottom of a tree
making me a new life
after I died here so long?
Mr. Despair I do not like you very well