Words
fail me
to express what I
do want to say
and after all
why do I want to say
anything at all,
can't I express it
by my action?
Still,
something in me
has to be expressed,
so I better try
whatever way to get it out,
even in words!
I didn't like
to go to school;
preferred to read books
from the library
and playing in
the wood ...
It seems
the more words I use
the less I express
but still I want to try to show
what goes on inside
of me,
even in silence.
I must be
a very strange boy:
a chaotic
simply complicated
brainwashed young man;
a tramp and vagabond
hitch hiker hippy
grassy acid
bum
~
and
almost
more than ten thousand days
young ...
{'70/'71?}



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