Cayan

Tomorrow I will stretch out like an acrobat.
And make my way to what's there.
I will get dressed again, in spite of all.
With the laziness of a circus.

Before or after the performance.
As I'm walking down the many stairs.
Remembering my stunts all over.
Remembering I'm sick and like to die.

I will be.
The only not mad woman in the park.
I will be.
What's left of longing on this earth.

It took two days to lead up to this agony.
Learning trust was just as slow.
I just stop seeing you as my enemy.
I was not prepared to let you go...

I will be.
The only not mad woman in the park.
I will be.
What's left of longing on this earth.