Your star sign and your calendar
show exactly that you're on top,
but you're not.
The quiet song your Daddy sung,
the more you know that this is not how,
it should be.
Forty million different stories
each of those could curse a life.
trading stickers at the front porch could have been your first resistance
that happened while you spent your days
at home
at home
and still you force yourself to go to places that you think you belong
but you're wrong
the pressure and the preferences,
its been a while since you read those piles.
of those books.
where every one tried to exhaust it
as if these efforts made a difference
the awful thought of not returning
escorted summer holidays
it happened while you were away
and your bed was so perfectly made
on the terrace they send you to see
all the guys that would party with me
in this fortress that they call a house
and its doorsteps were tumbling down
and its backdoor that always was shut
protect white paint from down to the top
so what happened to you and your friends
with the cigarette stains on their hands
and the pale girl we met at the bar
that i always adored from afar
