LIKE A FOOL

Sitting at your safe spot everyday,
Every morning waking up to the same room,
You wonder, how long your heart can care for this agony.
And before it snaps,
How much more your soul can bend.
Letting yourself finally drown in the immaculate alchemy
of not knowing
Like a fool, you still ask, “When... but when will it end?”

It is all in your head but comforting isn't it?
Cause, it's a lie with grace,
A mum’s touch, a father’s song, five fingers stroking your face,
A familiar voice whispering in your ears...
“Ahh, love, I know it all, you want to scare your fears!”

But you lay back, letting “that song” stab you again,
Not seeing who caresses your hair,
And who cares for your pain,
And who wants to kiss that smile you pretend,
Like a fool,
Like a big fool, you still ask, “When... but when will it end?”

ZM