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.