My friend...
I'm grateful for every thought
that brightly shines inside my head,
inspired by you, by your own world,
I wish I could belong to it.
My utterance is so damn weak,
but though I cannot speak,
I wonder, that you are so good
at listening to me.
I'm working hard to bring some light
into my life…
It is a great and vicious fight,
and sometimes I’m about to kneel,
it seems, Death’s gonna be my wife.
But every time it’s hard to breathe,
I take a magic pill –
a flower, that you sent to me.
I sniff the scent –
the scent reminds me of the sea.
I’ve made mistakes…
I do not ask you to forget,
I hope, there’s nothing to regret.
At least, I’m not a man who fakes,
I do not need another role.
I do not care how long it takes
to know someone…
I’m proud that I have learnt your soul –
the image of what I must become.