Darling word-artist
you point out what you see
and the facades collapse
it is a miracle that you stand by
People come to it, they want to
believe in you

Darling word-artist
your words confuse you
and haunt you, screaming
from the mouths of people
who want to be redeemed
by you

For hours, they explain each other
what you mean, or they write out
contractual guarantees. You pull
yourself away, with self-mockery
you captivate the people who cheer
It is true what you say

you take yourself too seriously
Why don't you save yourself?
Why do you choose to wander
in your dreams to find
redemption in the heaven
of your dissatisfaction?