from ground i understand the sky
stories flow and entwine
i know now
i do not have to chose right

from hunger i understand lust
the first drop of wine
tastes like the sweetest pleasure
and the last one like dust

from cold i understand warmth
lives sail in the seas of all
i take it in
and when its time i loosen the hold

in pain i understand joy
careless smiles are followed by tears
so i will cry
and never bother to close the door

in life i understand death
melodies are sung until they end
but when all is done
it is life i am terified i won't be able to comprehend

i am growing weary, i am growing cold
i sleep in the day, at night i stare at the walls
i am growing shallow, i am not growing at all
like a small forest pond, in the season of draught

i am growing hollow, as if i forgot how to speak
out of my words nothing can grow, flowers on the sill whithering
i am growing thin, leaking out into the void
my body a waterless stream, an impression in the soil

i am growing still, i am growing silent
like a burned down forest, a songless monument
i am growing thin, i am growing vain
like a watered down paint, a pictureless frame