***

It seemed at first a simple play,

For me, at least, and my thick ego,

But not for her, when she was saying

That she loved me in my deaf ear and

I was so immature for to get it!

How couldn’t I then comprehend,

That all she wanted was the felling that

She was loved, too, without a gap?

And sitting-lying on my tidy bed,

I feel no warmth or pleasure,

From being all inside a dirty head

Which’s full of sorrows of a treasure

That was a blessing for my soul,

But couldn’t I expect then;

I’d be responsible for all

That now I damn.

I have no right to sit or lie,

For I’ve got things to stand for,

Cause there’s no reason to deny,

That after losing, I have found her,

But she’d lost me, as it then came,

And I had no one to be blamed for it, but me,

Because if my own heart was on the scale,

Seth wouldn’t have forgiven me…

For I am carrying all the harm I’ve done,

The pass to Heaven, or whatever, ‘s closed,

I do not know the way to cure the harm,

That has been done with force

Called “youth”, we’ve come across that name,

When everyone and everything is complicated,

But all I know, those who get over it, will both feel shame

And blessing, which will not be ever faded.