I'll do... will I?

I'll tell you all my fears

if I have to.

But then I'll hide in me some more...

all that is true but so obscure

all that has meanings even if

you do believe that I do not

fall sleeping thinking on and on...

I'll hide from you my

so tiny eyes.

But then I'll have to search and find

some other things to put them in...

in your hands, on your arms, 

in front of your mouth, 

beside my ideas and backside the time.

Will I?