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Mar 2012
I’m still waiting
I’m in one spot
Just one long note
Sustained
Looking for something
A place to go
But this one feels right
It seems as if it provides the answers
Maturity
Creativity
Availability
Longevity
Spontaneity
Re­liability
I know my spot so well
I can’t imagine any other
I can look back
And see the line
Traced upon experience
It seems as if it provides the needs
A roof
A job
A car
A bed
A breath of fresh air
There is nothing that I want
Or is that a lie?
Can it be that I want something?
Yes
I do
But who can give it to me?
Do you even know what it is that I want?
I know what it is
But there is nothing anybody can do
Except make me forget what I want
For a moment
That’s the problem
You cannot compete with what I want
You just can’t
And it’s not fair to you
So that is why I let you go
Because maybe you are what someone else wants
But what I want
Is not flesh
And it never will be again
Mark Lecuona
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