What is he really thinking?
What is he working on?
Coming for me unhoped for
Or going it alone?
Why is he not affected?
Why isn´t he in need
For everything we shared?
Hasn´t loss made him bleed?
Where are our hopes and trust?
Where is our unity?
His acts dilute our happiness
Like sandstones in the sea.
Will I ever see through this,
Will I yet truly know?
Turning around in circles
I´m wondering where to go.
When will I stop to hope?
When will I stop to wait
For movement and decision,
For him to get it straight?
Who can I call for remedy?
Who offers me protection
From reverie and mirages,
From waste and alienation?
How can I find my strength again?
How can I ressurrect
From torment and exclusion,
Find dignity to act?
Extinction and oblivion,
Is this the only way?
Am I supposed to take it
Or wait another day?
This was written some time ago; re-edited recently: thanks Farkas and Luke for support:-)
