A Song

 

And what am I to say –

That look in Your eyes,

tells me what I already know.

You´ll always arrive anew, be near, but never more than that –

What am I to do?

And if my daydream, once should disappear –

What is going to remain –

What may I imagine?

You do what You do,

and I´ll have to find something new,

just to add to the plenty that is already there,

but lacking You –

What else is there to do?

Things that shouldn´t be are always an irresistable challenge,

destined never to be truly owned,

changing directions until one day they are gone,

only leaving a strange notion behind,

still striving to survive,

relentlessly at first, at last though lingering on for a little while more –

What is there to ponder about?

And what am I to say, my love – when I am on my own?

You once said : Let´s enjoy untill it is still here, You´re not alone -

Sweet words spoken as though they were an harmonious melody,

but melodies do run to an end –

And what am I to change?

And as the song has already said : everybody hurts, sometimes –

What is there to add?

In the end : What  difference does a day make, 24 little hours?

Well, they really do –

What can I say more, standing in the rain?

This is probably what is called falling in love,

but still one shouldn´t blame,

simply to tell the difference –

And here am I to end!

A Song