Chase for light

 
I'm like ikar, I do not want to be like ikar

when I accelerate, I slow down

when I release it I speed up

I'm afraid to stop

devouring longing without depth

I'm not a fu#@ing poet



living like underwater but breathing

I have shortness of breath when I am out

my rubber bones
 
they slowly lose flexibility

we are stumbling over a smile

without closing back door

wanting change with fear in the eyes

what the results will be



Your fu$#ing results

all in fear

It will be fine

Give me your hand

It's my pleasure

Not to be here