אני ואני

A little thrill

That just may heal

The tediousness that I feel

My odds are slim, I cannot lie

Not much to offer you have I

But still I'll gladly share my meagre

Thoughts emotions maybe touch

You can tell how I am eager

To be exposed, and have you watch

Me metamorph into myself

A little thrill

It cannot heal

That which I by my hand will mend

Only will allow to steal

And seize and hold

Today

So precious

Day