I got you something for your
birthday, nothing much or
nothing fancy. Though I did
not dare to give it, because mid-

transporting something occurred
that, despite my former motivation,
formed some kind of hesitation
which strangely, harshly stirred

my view and vision on my goals.
I never notice what actually controls
a change of mind so out of the blue.
What could be this recurring cue?

It got through, I understand, I can
not hand because you want a man.