Sometimes there was hardly recognition
In anyone's words
For her own feelings, her own struggles
And -
...
Casting my lists far away
Leaving no place for an analyse
Casting all the rules on the mental river shore
I have tried much of which I thought which should be tried
...
All of the hours in the evening must I gaze
For the sight of seemingly little flowers of the night
I never knew what value there could be in any given day
As I intented only to keep the restlessnesss away
...
Alone
Sometimes there was hardly recognition
In anyone's words
For her own feelings, her own struggles
And -
That's lonely
Alone without even recognizing
That it's lonely
Only emptiness
Which seems fitting
Deserved
And lasting