Inside me something
Keeps me from loving the sun.
I see it merely as light,
Merely as sun.
I want the rain and the cold
So in given time,
I’ll value your warmth.
Afraid of the early nightfall.
When I feel the cold,
I fear not feeling at all.

Who cares what’s good,
If there is no evil.
Just as faces in a postcard,
Don’t want it like this
But I am like this.

I fear the evil, but want it again.
More than a worn shoe,
I feel this is the end.


Bury all the pain and bones in your garden,
Ask the sky for some clouds to harden.