What are these ups and downs of
Seesaw being
This is no
Good world
I am not good
Or good in
Or good at
But i go on
Wanting
And i in sight of
Love
Panic
That it can be
Deserved
Or earned
The giving gets mixed up
In the gain
The rainstorm
Delivers both water
And Drought
Alone I discover no difference
Between recollection
And hope
Of a warm
Embrace
Having been
Let go
I fall
And the place I travel
Tomorrow will be
Out from these old
Same
Doors
Like a ghost
Without expectation
Of arrival
I have been
Sent
? will
Deliver me