Where would you be,
would you be flying around?
like a bird or a bee,
if you didn’t lie on the ground?
Would you get on your feet
if you had the choice?
Who would you meet,
what could make you rejoice?
Who would you like to hear,
if you could silence the noise?
What would enchant your ear,
whose whisper, whose voice?
Who would you like to see,
standing in front of your eyes?
Who would tame your troubled sea,
what could clear the bitter skies?
Whose hand would you hold,
if you still had the time?
What stories would you unfold,
with whose words would you rhyme?
Would you choose to leave
if you didn’t feel lonely?
Would you still live
if you weren’t so lonely?
29.04.2018
Jimmy Larus 