I'am scared to death
forgive me mother
there is much more
potential
but
I'am weak
.
light fades
.
nevertheless
even in these times
on the leaden streets
during lonely nights
seeing all these weeping hearts
giving cold handshakes
I have a feeling that
there is some power left
that always guides me
and gives me the last rescue
with another chance
to keep on
walking
running
and
mostly
striving