Hands up

I’m giving up,
surrender on the ground,
bless your touch,
don’t count on me.

I’m never been in this,
it was just the breeze,
the summer heat,
the nicest dream.

Those years were hard,
those days so dark,
my fears my trap,
I fought for you.

Let me disappear,
lose myself inside
the days to come
the neverminds.

 

Better off

I’d appreciate if you could just step back, and maybe turn around and keep on running.
I’d appreciate it very much, thanks indeed.
I feel so good in between, my bonding need and my lonesome time.
I do better with no big self-assured people who need their precious asses wiped and liked.
No one is first, no one is best, it’s the things we share with the world that make us worth in some way.
Keep on running while I’m singing out loud and I’m not even sure I’m tuned.