Wide Open Poem by Pierre Rausch

Who is walking with the rain, who is talking by the river
I troubled my girl, my flowers seem to wither
What is wrong, what gives her
I know what seems to shiver
Wide, wide open - you can't leave me now
Wide, wide open – we'll do somehow
Who is thinking about chances, about these he wasted
I think desire broke the passion
Who has weak points, has no point plus
Who's changes a bit, that (new) start for us
So, she's gonna go; she's gonna (+)
She's facing my fear, gonna (U.R.L.)
Chorus
Whaever happens
What she makes of me
Nibble the bunk, hold it t6 k-dribble
And then he walks, and then he talks, three or four
Where you are
It's either that cool guy to the complement
Connection to the goof
Who has hidden attributes
Bid to connection (and berth)