To be a dreamer, is it too late
to dream a life that may be a dream?
Only words will remain of what it seems,
of what I want to become,
Is it too late?
Am I already done?
I write the words to leave behind
but you see yourself instead of me,
dammit! I am and want to be
the one in my words reflected!
If live once more and more to find
and not be neglected,
to not be done,
and if you don’t see me in your mind,
then I’m already gone…