What can I do…
It is as it is
And I stand still
Did not plan to write the alster
But it is my therapy
I just need my own power
Just a bit of breathing space
It is my glass that is empty
And when you closer to you I want you to understand
It turns over when no one understands my question
Why question a thousand times again without response
But it is eating away at my internal
And I am therefore abstaining completely