Daan: Poems

347 · Feb 2022

On when to live

Daan Feb 2022

On when to live

Living for the future
to once live without a care,
it's a complicated suture
when you might not make it there.

tie nuances together

346 · Nov 2017

Verschoven

Daan Nov 2017

Verschoven

Al even durf ik niet te geloven,
onder ogen te zien,
wat er allemaal verschoven is.
Ik mis routine, moet mezelf terug
kunnen verliezen in zaken
om ze achter de rug te weten geraken.

Ik heb moeite met onzekerheden,
waarschijnlijk door gebeurtenissen
uit mijn overdreven, zacht verleden.
Enkel zo kan ik een voor een de dagen wissen,
de tijd van toen terug missen
kortom niet langer
mijn levenslust vergissen.

Vergulden avond, zachte nacht,
verloren ochtend, pracht van dag,
ik mis de kracht van mijn eigen lach.

346 · Jul 2014

Stay, now sit

Daan Jul 2014

Stay, now sit

I understand it wouldn't work.
And trying would make it bad.
A band can have two guitarists
but only one frontman, it's sad,

really, but I understand why.

Oh, friend of mine, carry me to
acceptance, when my feet hang,
dangle, when my legs lose angle,
push my body overseas, take me
to a place of peace, and island in
between, nothing to be seen, but
waves and clouds, colliding, turning
into one.

I'm not telling stories anymore,
what is wrong or what is different,
what is better, maybe left indifferent.
I told stories to fight the bore.

Unique, feeling, pursue that,
pursue it with passion as your
driver.
Wipe it off, use the doormat.

I want to be frontman, not one of
the guitarists

345 · Dec 2014

The harp player part three

Daan Dec 2014

The harp player part three

Why did I drive a car that day?
And you must never hear me say
that I used to drive a cab for money.
Even once, that moment, less sunny.
I slipped, derailed and was the origin of hurt.

His cane was useless after that.
And I drove all night to hush
my means. Never did I think I'd rush
away from such occurrings.

344 · Nov 2014

Sweetness

Daan Nov 2014

Sweetness

The laughter kills,
ignorance spills
potential.

You

are my focus,
reason to go on
when my eyelids weigh a ton,
my brows drop and wrinkle.

I love how you sprinkle
good moments on the icing,
and tell me it's a secret.

I'd rather lose as classy gentleman
than win by crushing others.

In the end, the bigger man knows who won.

344 · Jun 2017

Maturing

Daan Jun 2017

Maturing

Less indifferent, less feels different,
as familiar as insistent.
The cold wind gripped my arms and shoulders,
the lights surrounding one place
made all else seem darker.

Uncharted territory, mapped by my discovery,
leading my recovery
in a revolution, instead of towards solutions.

In growth we see, what it meant to be
together, assessing, analyzing the
lost familiarity.

I saw you multiple times before,
now, all I need has become to see you more.

Enjoy the knowledge, friend.
Goals change, as does our range,
enjoy the knowledge, friend, with thirst
however strange it all may seem at first.

343 · Oct 2014

Refresh

Daan Oct 2014

Refresh

Log off to facebook
log in to life

the pages

343 · Dec 2013

emptiness of being

Daan Dec 2013

emptiness of being

Now I lost and don't have you any-
more, things are different, bad kind
of changes emerge in my pitiful mind.
He can't refrain himself from you, can he?

I know he'll try and if he does fail, bail
him out of the prison she locked him in.
Throw her grip and your feelings in a bin,
they're useless pieces tied together, forced

but not fitting. I am fearing for the worst
to happen. Cause she is not your holy grail
neither your reason to be pale, there are some
different things going on inside that little boy.

Soon nothing will be left, he will be his own decoy.
This feels so much better than the former emptiness of numb.

Chosing the lesser evil, the less bad kind of empty.

341 · Dec 2014

Traditionally

Daan Dec 2014

Traditionally

On big days like these I think
extra hard and long about the meaning
of a song or the missing link,
the mystery that's leaning
in and whispering closely to your ear.
So very quiet but just loud enough for you to hear.
Do it, is what it says. And you get conscious,
you get a little curious. Furiously do you
want to know.

And when you find it
you deperately want to show, all and anyone
what it is, this marvelous revelation,
this heartstimulating, sensational relation.
The connection that you seem to see
it's personal and means more than anything to me.

All the unfitting things that take over apart
from this concept, kept ruining the troubly vision
that you have. Faith was losing to the misperception
of this world.

I miss you, lover, I miss you, family,
I miss you, friend and stranger, hovering
closer and closer to me. I'll miss you but you're free.

They don't understand, but why would they.
They live without the burden, the outcast feeling
that you have or do they hide it, I don't know.

I miss you, stranger, why'd you have to go?

341 · Jun 2017

Experience

Daan Jun 2017

Experience

I fell from stairs, at once I reached the ground.
My expectations, full of bruises, left me mesmerized,
when I saw my skin intact,
I knew what my prediction lacked.

I made no sound, my mouth kept shut,
a lot was taken in, a lot also was not.
The pain, however insufferable it may have seemed,
had all at once again redeemed beyond what I had dreamed.

My life had changed by change I do still fear
yet no longer do I stare excessively
at the fear that still resides inside of me.

Outside or on your sleeve,

341 · May 2014

Give it time

Daan May 2014

Give it time

She skates, she trains,
she tells her story,
words stay behind,
people act all hasty.

I feel sorry,
Express yourself, I'll give time,
I just want to help.

I fear for worse times, what if
she loses ice and figure,
something bad
happens.

When this awkward oyster opens up,
the pearl inside is still unknown,
will it shine, will it glow.
She cannot be empty.

About seeds and eggs
about oysters
about the growing of cacti
stingy on the outside, guards
I want to reach further.
thick-skinned
uncontrollable bursting overwhelms
give it time and ice to
cool
off.

340 · Jan 2015

Horror

Daan Jan 2015

Horror

Relatively speaking, different
things amaze me by their
origin.
I can not express
how life would be
with any less
of this obnoxious inconsistency.

I don't believe in the loss of freedom
believing will make it happen.

339 · Oct 2013

When you do

Daan Oct 2013

When you do

The one horse no one wants to ride
the one piece of fruit, so beautiful inside
that no one wants to eat. Always about
me, why not someone else this time?

Listen to me whine, listen to my fears.
People see me as a rotten apple, am I
as bad as soap for dinner, mixed with
onions just to make me burst out into tears.

Tears that make me see, shut my mouth
and see, though the sight is blurred, why
the king of running sometimes falls. Climb
untill you could fall, as high, as no one could.

Yesterday I've learned something I should
have learned a while ago, I understand the myth.

339 · Feb 2017

Sick

Daan Feb 2017

Sick

Starlight makes sense,
cleaning up the lense,
gathering pens and revelations,
gaining healthy expectations.

Escape, with music, escape
out into the wild, the outdoors,
festivals and party floors,
take leaps, put tape
on your tent to fix it
or buy a new one.

I want to go
wherever our minds take us
wherever your mind may take me,
hold you, don't forsake me
now for my mistakes,
gather all our feelings
at lakes, in letters, in notebooks,
far from crooks, fantastic beasts, looks and hooks.

It took you to save me
not me to save her,
concur
and explore with me these fields
explore what our connection yields,
read me, my words, read me, my birds
are free to fly to thee
I am what you want me to be.

What's it all about?
making sense of all ambiguous,
loving vigorously and growing up.

339 · Jun 2014

Strangers

Daan Jun 2014

Strangers

Similar shapes, creating a way right
through the mass of other similarities.
This evening soon will turn into night
leading to a whole bunch of hilarities
I stare at you, to notice you're already
looking. A warm and generous state
creates his own path. Is she going steady,
coming closer, every step, a step too late.

I'm leaving, she is heaving through the
mass. I'd have loved her, I guess,
and the staring, it's all part of the game.
If only I had caught her name.

love is just a bunch of numbers, some infinities are bigger
but the chances of hitting the biggest infinity
are rather slim

337 · Sep 2014

I vow

Daan Sep 2014

I vow

To make a change, engage.
To make you feel secure in whatever that you wage.

I vow to tell and speak instead of hide and seek.
To love and to forget whenever you let
me down, I vow to always be a clown.
I vow to be a kid and playful if I can.
I vow my vows are too much for me to handle,
but I vow I'll try to keep even if I don't know how.

I vow to be the better man.

This one's for you, big fudge.

337 · Nov 2014

Ellen

Daan Nov 2014

Ellen

Predictions about caring,
what in the world is this
I hope it won't be wearing
off soon, almost like a kiss.

Effervescent, even after spilling
the insides. Shocking to feel it stay
when all else went away,
thrilling.

Fluids rub my chin,
bitten melons, lush,
dripping softly, passing a grin,
triggering blush.

I think I have a crush
gushing
through
rushing past,
I'm too slow and you're too fast.
I can't make it last,
or turn around.

334 · Sep 2014

Tight schedule

Daan Sep 2014

Tight schedule

Why do we hope when we should do?
Because, we are afraid, I'm telling you,
scared of growing up, not too happy with
time running out, with the future, like the
words that leave our mouth, time cannot be
reversed, time is a thing, to help us measure, cursed.

332 · Dec 2014

Disarm

Daan Dec 2014

Disarm

Take my focus, drain my
attention. Disarm me like
autumn does with trees.
And leave me in complete and utter peace.

Too much to handle, too good
for me, and high and above,
I don't even dare to call this love,
maybe it's only some kind of mood.

How I want what I can't get,
but downgrade all I'll never have.
And you're in between. How we met,
what we say and do, so small yet

you disarm me with your every doing.
And I can't help but keep persuing.

332 · Mar 2013

So many stars, so little hope.

Daan Mar 2013

So many stars, so little hope.

When the sky is blue, not a single cloud to spot
you have to look carefully, patiently and attentive
Just a second of losing your grip and another star
has fallen behind your back. waiting is the key.

Important producers of light making life slightly
better. A night with stars is more beautiful than
anything I can imagine. Bright gleams, waves
of smooth warmth from the outside within.

A star just made a move, not sure though, but
I desperately need some falling stars. Stars
falling, raining down on me, I desperately need.
So every small move is an important one for me.

They will never give up their spot, just for others
Never when I'm looking, I'm going to bed.

331 · Feb 2014

De dies fasti et nefasti

Daan Feb 2014

De dies fasti et nefasti

I don't want to be tangled again,
after hours of untangling, imprisoned
by my future, released by memories
of better times. Time spent, right or wasted.

There will never be enough. Drifting by
or speeding, ended on the same spot, held,
cracking nails and biting codes, loads of time
left, still, never ever will there be enough.

Moving on, different girl, different place,
same friends, different ways. Learning from
my past, still repeating mistakes. The stakes
were never too high, too frightened to try.

Hold me close, hold me long, intending to,
if not, leave, don't return, like these seconds.

-wasted

Life's a lot like sledding, too bad there's no snow.

331 · Jan 2015

A trip in mind

Daan Jan 2015

A trip in mind

Floating foam like memories,
your eyes they roam,
the rest is perfectly still.
A breeze, so chill,
your breath,
focus, inhale, exhale,
hands and feet are pale.
The melody lingers in the back,
the tension is a code to crack.

It requires skill to feel,
deeply, real, carefully
open the seal, reel
off. Off course and sail
away from todays tale,
like foam, floating, like memories.

I could have used clouds.
But i couldn't help taking a bath.

331 · Dec 2016

Decency

Daan Dec 2016

Decency

Covered in dresses
brown-haired freckled messes
devour my unconscious interceptions
stealing and running
stunning
in trance
one glance
she makes my eyes twirl
I've lost myself for a lot less of a girl.

At ease, hold now, steady
the right girl for you is just not ready
lower your pace, this love is not a race.

Her grace, her soft and puffy face
her sweet and delicate ways
her actions take place
her roles in plays.
Her stare could hold me for days.
And when she laughs it's said
poems by the gods are read
to script the words that rush from our surroundings.

I love it when you're messy
I'll clean up after you, my dear.

328 · Mar 2013

Third time's the charm.

Daan Mar 2013

Third time's the charm.

I keep walking on the pathway that is life
dreaming of every girl that gives a simple sign.
I know I cannot have her, yet I want her to be mine
Even though we've never even met each other.

The connection, only I seem to notice it
And every evening on my bed I sit
crying like a little girl that lost her mother
And I try so hard not to bother.

It makes no sense, but there she is
on the other end of the hallway this
happens without thinking, just staring.

She turns around, her eyes, so godlike and divine
in a glimpse my thoughts and Orpheus' align.
I wish I could make you my wife.

The moment I laid eyes on her I knew that we could never be together.
The obsession was born and the chances died.
If I notice her first, I lose.
Too bad I notice every thing. Especially things involving girls.

(derde en beste muze, de eerste was te perfect, de tweede slechts verwarring, de derde een mooie droom en de vierde een nachtmerrie!)

328 · Jul 2017

Backyard

Daan Jul 2017

Backyard

She's up there somewhere,
's been there for quite some hours,
quite some time. What I'd give and do
to be able to climb in next to you.

I jumped from branch to branch,
broke twigs, snapping, gazed at leaves, trapping
eyes, gliding through the air beneath our tree.
I made it to the hanging swing.

We sat there, for days it seemed,
we went back and forth,
forever, I had dreamed,
for always I wished.

I walked back through our backyard,
head tilted downwards, staring at the card
I once forgot to mail, it read:
You may be the one I want to wed.

She dozed off in our hammock,
as I noticed how much I do care.

328 · Apr 2014

I never will

Daan Apr 2014

I never will

always together, freaky, phalanx formation,
pretty eyelashes, perfect natural eyebrows, all kinds
and shades of brown involved, some blond.

They use their pinkies to make a promise,
hold eachothers hair when sick, laugh and giggle
at the same boys and support the choice of men.

Either way I cannot say, are they paper, are they
stone? Each and every one, sitting on a massive throne,
getting most of what they want because they're symmetrical.

Who are they really, why are they doing this, does no one care?
Don't hate me for trying to be sweet, thoughtful. Don't make
up a person to link with me, cause that's not me. I didn't do it either.

I'm just guessing, just thinking, just staring, forgot blinking,
when you walked by, pressure's rising, tension building and
my head is bustling, everything all at once and then it stops.

I don't know any of you really.

I hate situations were I can't decide anything, they pressure me so much
it feels like I'm running against Bolt or playing tennis with Federer or Nadal. I can't one V one with Ronaldo or Messi. I feel less than ever, more than ever.

327 · Apr 2014

Buffet

Daan Apr 2014

Buffet

If I can't talk anymore, stranger,
more like a stranger than before,
I think she thinks I'm like a bore,
a way to fill the time, no danger.

My mouth is full of food I can not
let through, my eyes are feasting on
this buffet that seems, growing, drawn
perfectly, but now it starts to rot.

It was a picture, an image, the food
is not to be eaten, it's taste is disappointing,
set to ruin my late night or morning mood.

Infinity is not enough, let me be right,
you make me lose might, only pointing,
and I will fight, with or without light.

This food party will end soon, better eat as much as I can

326 · Feb 2017

Perspective

Daan Feb 2017

Perspective

From miles away he's spotted,
unlike the scheme he's plotted.
He sips, looks down and back at you,
compelling eyes, holding stare,
he asks you if you dare,
dare to be true
to yourself.

He slid his hands into your being,
saw all you were but weren't seeing,
grabbed your honesty by the collar
to show your purest colour,
secretly, he wishes you to be
all you ever wanted.

Smoothly, charismatically, he made you meet
your maker, leave open your seat
for the perfect taker.
As he walks away, with pride,
knowing you have got nothing left to hide,
you tremble, assured no man will ever resemble
the one you've witnessed at work tonight.

Mad men

326 · Aug 2017

Tweestrijd

Daan Aug 2017

Tweestrijd

We zaten per twee in een kring
op een wei
in een weerstad
die eens per jaar weer
wakker wordt

Elk van ons bewapend met een fles,
een blik en een stoel.

Het duo met de kortste drinkperiode
kreeg een prijs aangeboden,
allerminst een die tot beter leidt,
gevoelloosheid.

325 · Dec 2016

The notes

Daan Dec 2016

The notes

It's fair to say I need you
but out of sight means out of mind
I can't be the one who's left behind.

I'll never know what to do
If you don't tell me what you want
I can't
just wait, just be, I need to know
where it is you want to go.

I could have kept on asking
You could have kept on masking
what you wish for in this life.

Five vague no's for all my tries
while one clear one could suffice.

325 · Jan 2017

Care less

Daan Jan 2017

Care less

Outcomes used to rule,
inconvenience smiled,
they reconciled in the unsafety
of a pool, used me as a tool.

Eager, desperate for compatible
masses, as time passes
in this changing state.

Games, denied of their existence,
yet with undoubtable resistance
against persistence took away
the passion solely based in joy.

From now on
life will be my toy.
Grip.

324 · Jul 2013

the distance

Daan Jul 2013

the distance

How can I or my body crave
you or your attention so very grave
When I have not even said more
than the simplest greetings while your

skin has not even met mine in ways
I would imagine. It is not you
who is my most desire, it is only
the image my mind prepares

But if it truly were you in person
that would travel further than
my mind could be, far beyond all

I ever could imagine, my only fear
is that the distance between us is even
greater than the distance I could run.

Do I believe in love at first sight? Instincts carry me to my most foolish hour, where I try to do so much for someone I don't know. I do wish to know you, I'm certain we will meet. Save yourself for me for I have already done the same for you.

(I have different versions in my notebook, but this one seems ok)

323 · Sep 2016

Ants or Bees

Daan Sep 2016

Ants or Bees

We drink, we lie and we sleep.
In our best moments we sit and we think and we weep.

Pointlessly or aimlessly, we yet have to decide,
to divide.

And we choose and we pick and our decisions stick
with us.
The smoke will never return to its cigarette
and in failure we'll always seem to regret
the choice we made.

Be proud you made it to the urn

323 · Sep 2016

Fourteen

Daan Sep 2016

Fourteen

Double my luck
And twist my operation
Starstruck and fond of authentic elation.

They make me wait.
They seem so great.
And since of late
They turned my fate.

Call me seventeen
While I'm twenty.
Call me, fifteenth
In a row.

She told me it was confidence
The easiest skill
I've had to grow.

323 · Dec 2017

Splinters

Daan Dec 2017

Splinters

Ook ik verlies wel eens controle.
Mijn rust is dan aldaniet bewust ten dole,
mijn zelfbeeld ten dode
opgeschreven en mijn bedoeling zogezegd verheven.

Spelen wij dan allen soms,
misschien intentioneel, toneel?
Werken wij dan, elk van ons,
met tegenzin te over, veel te veel?

We doen het elke dag, bedenk ik,
we doen het unaniem,
met hier en daar een enkeling
die alles toch al heeft gezien.

Ik bedaar dan, geef mijn fouten toe,
besef dat ik nog veel moet leren over nagenoeg alles wat ik doe.

- 'k Wil me ook liefst nu al excuseren misschien ben ik morgen moe of geagiteerd. Onthoud dan dat ik vast pas weer wat heb geleerd. -

Statistiek opdracht 2

321 · Jan 2017

Dipper

Daan Jan 2017

Dipper

He made a checklist,
raised his fist
and yelled.

As he coloured the boxes,
as he checked off the lines
he'd finished, he diminished
his life to separate stars
and lost the constellation.

Gestalt

People don't owe you ****,
good part is, you don't owe them either, it
comes down to what you feel like doing.

321 · Jul 2016

Fairy circle

Daan Jul 2016

Fairy circle

In the midst of rings they danced.
At night, when grey with all its might takes over.
In fog and mist and smoke and clouds,
at places surrounded by mossy trees and crows in crowds,
the cornerless figure of nature grows.

I saw them.
They were as in trance.
I fled because I didn't know their dance.

320 · Mar 2014

comparison

Daan Mar 2014

comparison

Getting up after
is worse than the fall
people are staring,
tomorrow they'll call
me loser or failure,
no, not out loud,
but I see them thinking,
afraid of the crowd,
this guy has fallen,
why sure I am glad
that it wasn't me
bruising my ankle or
wounding my knee.

319 · Jun 2019

Drift

Daan Jun 2019

Drift

Leven is te lang een doel geweest.
Ik heb tegen dat gevoel geracet
en geleerd dat onderwege zijn
meer betekent dan de finishlijn.

- Liefde = kokosnoot
- komt zomaar uit de lucht vallen
Het is allemaal geen wedstrijd
Moet ik mezelf tijdig vertellen
Ik heb nochtans vaak gezegd
dat ik niet competitief ben

Tja, als je de weg maar terug vindt
Na het vliegen uit de bocht.

#leven #liefde #geen #wedstrijd

318 · Feb 2015

Fact

Daan Feb 2015

Fact

I tell myself to care less
about losing to someone else
and start winning for myself.
The biggest treasure a man can find
is sudden knowledge of his own relief
and elation, happiness, money or relation
or the broken being benching by brothers before baffled
station.

Get well soon, my broken tragedy.
I lost the need to project my point of view onto others long ago.
forcing things will only cause reactation.

318 · Apr 2013

waste of time

Daan Apr 2013

waste of time

Thank god, it's raining, I like the sound of it.
It's raining in my mind and in my soul,
There is nothing I can do to make it stop
I guess I'll just accept the fact, it will keep raining.

I can hide all my fears and tears, my loneliness
and all things I ever messed up in life. I cannot
even hear myself thinking with this rain, little drops
not dripping like leaves fall, but with impact, like bombs.

All of a sudden there is something at my window.
4 o' clock at night, sleeping difficulties keep me from
my dreams, dreams my conscience told me
I'll never understand.

When I take a look outside I notice something,
searching right next to the big difference, not finding
the actual one. It may have stopped raining here, but
somewhere else it still is. It's always raining somewhere.

wrote it really quickly, maybe not that good, but I like what it really shows about how you may or may not understand and see what goes on in someones mind.

317 · Aug 2015

Now

Daan Aug 2015

Now

Let's celebrate the ending, you're leaving,
the bonds you're bending, bonds conceiving.
Deceivingly easily yet not at all,
please tell me you're going to call
some time, somewhere in a hotel in France
where we'll share a first and last,
a chance to change the past.

It's strange how I, I know.
It's strange how you, we know.
Just go.

Normandy

317 · Feb 2016

Back problems

Daan Feb 2016

Back problems

It's been so long, my love, since
I have longed for love like I did with you.
As lonely as the dog that guards the sheep
as shallow as myself, I weep.

For distant times and future rhymes.
My life is nothing more than just another
and I'm scared it'll turn out to be true.

I took you off the pedestal where you lived
I want you back but you're too heavy to lift.

316 · Apr 2015

Alone

Daan Apr 2015

Alone

Teach me, singer.
Teach me, lover.
Teach me, teacher.
Teach me, clover.

To sing about love,
to learn about luck.
Teach me to be
whoever I wish to.
However not to be alone...

I'll learn that on my own.

315 · Nov 2016

Unread

Daan Nov 2016

Unread

Her timing was inexplicable.
As in this moment where I thought her words had fled
the notion slid from not even read
to irreplaceable.

Don't you just love my humbling yet naive
touch of ignorance.
Bliss

315 · May 2019

Libellebil

Daan May 2019

Libellebil

Het gebeurt dat ik van paling droom.
Ik keer woord na woord,
zie *** de kok zijn lepel plooit, vermoordt
uit woede en de redder, zonder schroom,
in zijn racecar van de radar
vertrekt. Tot ik wakker word en zie
dat mijn koorts op het meetsysteem
duidelijk een strook te ver trekt,
verder dan ik zou willen lezen.
Neem een pil, lip, neem een
libellebil, dan zal je genezen.

De geniezing van een fever dream. Ah en LEGOVOGEL!

315 · Sep 2014

Misplaced

Daan Sep 2014

Misplaced

I have a problem,
I trust people too soon
I connect kind of quick,
with ease.
So when I tell you stories of any kind of chick,
whenever your tongue's about to slip,
gaze at the moon
for just one instant
and remember that I trust you
in almost anything you do
don't make it misplaced,
please.

314 · Mar 2013

love is

Daan Mar 2013

love is

Love is when you start wearing clothes more often
because she said they looked good on you.

It's when you wash your hair with the same
shampoo everyday, she said it smelled good

When you leave a seat open, next to you,
you know, just in case.

It's never the case.

I'd rather keep losing the battles for love
Than never be able to love at all.

I like to be the dreamer, gathering hope
from a certain distance, it soothes me

It suits me.

313 · Dec 2014

Associations

Daan Dec 2014

Associations

My mind is mapped, regretful
were you trapped
in regions with less much ado
therefore I say goodbye to you.

Weak links fade

312 · Oct 2014

Cloud spotting

Daan Oct 2014

Cloud spotting

Snapping, bopping her lips
with her precious fingertips.
Blushing when she notices
that I noticed she
was different.

I smile, she giggles, roughly
scanning other presences,
to spot that I
am different.

Later on she lost attention
harshly breaking tension
with her unsure eyes.

She confronted me
with reality.

Covering her mouth with her hand
I found land, it is not fair
that I have to be one to care
about being less tall.

Don't catch me if I fall,
don't even worry at all