המתת השור

I have written it again and again

search after love seems today to me, more than ever, a fool's game.

but thou, i was programmed from the beginning to be a slave to it

and not as it

i have been eaten too much by the first while my mind was waiting in thirst

i have waisted my time

and never shall i be able to really forgive myself

wherever i turned and searched, there was always deception, dubiousness and not only that, simply the fate of one missing the other by an inch...

this has been a very thorough and strong current and recurrent search

thoroughly searched

utterly failed

why should i care ?

my mind is that of an endless thinker wih demands of a tanker

my feet are that of an explorer with little wills to carry it on

my heart has been the nest of a throbber with a tendency to hover

now that i am reaching the 50's and that my body is clogged

feelings have the eternel nester of a too little a bed

ah, if sex was just enough

then i would toss it with the chin of my leg over the empty bed

and fill it up instead with books

is that what i wanted to say ?

but yea

i have changed