I can’t hold onto something so thin

That it slips through my fingers with ease.

Like grains of sand, life giving water.

It slips away before I can drink.

No security, no assurance,

No knowledge of how this will turn out.

Different people with different minds

I can’t extend a hand, to one who breaks away

And tells me it’s my life.

I can’t see myself standing with this man

Who always allows a distance to part us.

What is life then?

When I can’t give assurance or life

To someone I strive to be.

What is left after I’ve finished my growing

And we’ve finished our learning?

I want life, I want to live

Yet all I do is suffocate.

Under a pressure that kills my breath

And takes my voice.

Tears come forth and he only looks at me with disdain.

How can I be me,

When you’re all that influences me?

My sense of self

Only influenced by you.

A man who plays with people and inflicts great pain

I can only love you.

What is life?

When I can’t even hold your hand.

Nothing is great, nothing is pure,

Nothing can be done.

There’s you and there’s me

In a cramped little world you’ll never return to.

There will always be space.

There is no closure.

Good-bye.

You have to take care of your own needs.