Poem Poem

A boy spits on the Berlin wall
even if it comes down now, not a single thing can change
When I remembered obstinately, I closed myself off
with my poems as my only support...
I don't want to become Edward Gein
Sid Vicious & Nancy, where can I meet you?
In my heart I have no voice even in my heart my poem is lost quietly I wait for you
I cannot reach as far as you I cannot reach I cannot find your voice
When you gently hold out your hand, I cannot accept it
In my heart I have no voice even in my heart my poem is lost quietly I wait for you
yearning
dreaming
loving
in love with love
the dream will end,
Sid's dream