Perhaps I don't hate you for changing
And leaving your old shell
Maybe, just perhaps I'm jealous
that I'm the girl, who couldn't change herself.

Running next to me
the river goes
he is angry
punching slapping
yelling at the shore
like a girl whos four
wanting to feel the touch of a parent,
the wind
nags him on
pushes him to go on
no one knows where
he is going
but he runs next to me
and i run with him.