I wonder: Can the „I“ be fixed whilst being a „we“?
Or will you fix yourself, reducing myself to just me?
Will that, then, be forever so?
Will you take what‘s yours and left of you and go?
I will have neither options nor choices,
I‘ll be stripped of what I value and cherish.
What will be left? Echoes of distant voices
from a fairer past that once was but now did perish.
Most of all I‘ll hope for one thing, should it ever be this way:
That you could master to respect and love yourself; every coming day.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
I wonder: Can the „I“ be fixed whilst being a „we“?
Or will you fix yourself, reducing myself to just me?
Will that, then, be forever so?
Will you take what‘s yours and left of you and go?
I will have neither options nor choices,
I‘ll be stripped of what I value and cherish.
What will be left? Echoes of distant voices
from a fairer past that once was but now did perish.
Most of all I‘ll hope for one thing, should it ever be this way:
That you could master to respect and love yourself; every coming day.