When you turn around
You see the shadow of my doubts
That follows you
Wherever you go
To make sense of this world
I collect narratives
People tell me their stories
I turn them into music, dreams, poetry
But there is one tale
I have never heard before
That I want to know more than anything
The one I am most of all afraid of
It’s the story how you became you
That steals your sleep like a slick thief
Concealed by the tears on the pillow
That you turn around before, I would notice
We are in this together
Two hearts that beat like one
An open book for those
Who are able to read between the lines
But there is this one page
I'm inept to decrypt
That makes no sense without context
The key to interpret your story
It’s the story
That shaped and shook your world
That makes you whine
Like a hurt wolf
Your eyes' silent scream
Before you close them
Every kiss
An inaudible sigh
As I re-tell my stories
I give them warmth and glory
Now I am telling yours
Maybe one day you will read mine
Our stories are like daisies
Which appealed on the field
Moved with the wind
Plucked, dried, flattened
Forgotten in a book
You never read
To remind you of a moment
Which chained you from within
