and now
and it is always now
getting slowly tipsy
i wonder why i cannot
fight my heart anymore.
i reach out, i grow,
i am present, all,
but i cannot touch
this evasive you
who cannot undress
herself but needs to ask
forever:
who are you?
Hi man, how do you do?
are you running or leaving,
where are you
why are you here?
do you 'really' love me
and what does it mean
to you
or to me?
well i am tipsy
so i find it even sweet
as you are so far away.
give me a call
and ask again.
then, what will i say?
Hi,you, how are you?
I am well.
thank you,
and good night.
why, i ask,
do i love you?
why you?
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