I want something else
I want something else
The secrets I should tell
Not how it all went well
I want to be myself
All drenched in selfsmell
I want something else
To suffer dementia
Loads that were lost
Some bagage because
The weight went down
No movement or sound
But forced to receive
Some secretive recipe
Want to expell
The rejection smell
Uncertain unwell
When kept to itself
Of what one should tell
I want something else
Not saying I earned it
But damn did I yearn for it
First I had to learn it