There’s a strange circular motion
Repeating the old madness
And going back to that old behaviour
Telling me you are the one to fulfill my desires
Those countless times I’ve missed you
Missed your words stories care and touch
Even if it was all just for your amusement
To make you at least think of me dream of me
But when in moments of happiness
Without you included
I know you are not an extension of me
I am not definite
And then then then
I don’t need you
Then then then
My mad desires don’t matter
It’s when you need me for a change
And keep inviting and waiting for me
When you don’t matter
Anymore
Where I always chose the dream
For dreams always sounded better than reality
I am now feeling
This is a better way of doing things
Any of the slip-aways, slip-backs
Along
Are still coming and are still hunting
And I am again back in the circle
But that’s ok
I know I’ve succeeded
I’ll succeed again
However, loving more, not less
Sometimes or rarely
Loving me, not you
Every now and then
More often than not
And abandoning the game
We’ve been playing
That I was playing with you and other „yous“ before you
The game that stopped being good enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem