I hear them all laugh
in front of me,
for this that I am.
Is it possible
that I could be so unsure of myself?
Though I am not really there,
I see everything.
Immersed in profound water ,
I feel everything.
And I can't change nothing.
I wait someone to get me out of the water
telling me:
"It was just a bad dream,"-
but who ever comes ,enjoys my sorrow
and joins the crowd
And than I see ,
a girl stare at me.
She looks exactly as me .
Staring she smiles with purity
and says to me:
"Listen.
Listen to the birds sing.
Its indeed a beautiful morning. "
At that very moment I feel
instead of my heart , I have ice.
Ice that is only kept frozen by staying in that water.
And I can do nothing.