Limp
just a bit
but limp a little bit
will you still follow
talk to me
ask me things
as I of you
will you still learn
help me up if I fall
will we talk of things of rock and roll
Reach the age
of Irish whiskey
and leave me alone
do not touch me
I'm happy here
let me now fall
I see this black hole
but as a human
I feel my place is not here
or there at all

But just over there.