where is this line between -
can call you a dear and coming not for you
and can I see the multitude of -
options where I am one
is it holding myself back for not to loose you
since things expire, steam grows cold
because of not wanted letting go, but have to
because of holding back, holding back me and...
because of growing hopeless bitter
because of chance to lose.. to lose it all?
where is this right thing to lead for
where is this happy way of relation
I dear so much and can't approach to...
can I be happy here and there as well
I can be happy everywhere, but
every way excludes another
and then I'm standing, afraid of moving
because being scared of this chance.
defining this thin line between calling you dear
between reality that stands now
and what holds a door for
multitude of options for only one.
too dark and much fear in
too clear things at stake
too much types of what should be
and then not so much
my hesitations and pledge for every choice
to carry on for life that I have had
to carry forward and to carry forward...
just to call you dear
you know these winds
