i am like a broken man
maybe cannot love anymore,
am tired of words
and soon of feeling
we are by now used
to tell each other:
you don't know how to love.
what is love when we talk?
i love the sky,
the scent of horses,
the evening call of crows,
trees and stones
It is easy,
i walk easy:
they do not want
to change me
They do not cross
my perception,
they are there,
so why desire
for them to stay
And the sound of life
flows in my memory
without pain,
without fear,
there is no cause for doubt
I understand
that we cannot be
like this, I cannot,
I am an obstacle
which you cannot bear.
I don't come easy,
and you are not so gentle,
only in your dreams
and when i just am,
here or there,
not when i am me
who is just a man
though born of stars as you,
of wind and deserts
and rain, i must walk
around being me
Even I find this hard
at times, so i cannot
burden you with me,
maybe i better stay in the woods
where I am free
and innocent,
maybe.
I do not know.
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