Don’t you see? I’m done, fini, no more of this or that
of chasing dreams or chased in dreams –we call nightmares.
I’m done rehearsing for a dance that danced away
and left me undone – nobody cares
if rainbows shine after the rain,
if clouds have shapes or trees do sway
with tunes we ignore – since deaf we are.
I’m done with love that hides away
the wasted times in search for more
and always wanting to return – what was before
for nothing matters, nothing stay-
I’m done with all, with this or that
with many things I tried to be
but not with life or life with me.