This is me, peaking behind the curtains
In a foolish hope to see you
Holding dear the thought that if you’re there
All that taunts me will vanish
That you, in all your unknown powers,
Will set me free of everything that I fear to leave behind
It all comes back to haunt me
In the midst of my dreams of you
It comes and presents me the truth
Even though you’re real you’re just in my imagination
And your rare smile fades with your honey-coloured hair in the Spring sun
Many times I’ve wondered why it is so hard to come back
To leave all my make-believe possessions behind
The friends I can’t be sure to be real
The people I look to in awe
And those I follow around in an unsuspicious manner
In all its vagueness it all seems so much safer
Happier
Ideal
The dream of a life I’ll never want to turn my back on
So I leave you
With promises of a swift return
With wishes that I didn’t have to go
You’ll never be aware of the fact that
These tears are for you
I hold you dear without a cause
I see what others don’t and grew fond of you
For no apparent reason
As for no apparent reason I cry
Hidden behind the curtains
For you’re not him
I shouldn’t be peaking
I’ll run as fast as I can to as far as I can, run from myself and to myself, to all those little pieces of me that I leave behind everywhere I go, in everyone I meet, in the people I smile to… I’ll run in my incompleteness and maybe one day I’ll find you again, waiting for me with all my pieces.
