we are small, and leave no trace
every future is only chance
I do not even know
what will happen five minutes from now
I just listen to you
watch your lips
touch the sad lines of your face
I am weak
a thin branch
fragile, sorrowful and still
I do not understand
what is going on around me
things happen
they laugh, they cry
they sleep
and if, sometimes, I feel free
I always fall somewhere
time
which I no longer dare to count
devours me in the end
digests me
and I let it, helpless
while I think of you, of Mum
and of my childhood
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