where do i stand
where do i stand
when every day
i see you
and i cannot or may not
say hello,
and you keep on
turning up;
where do i stand?
do i take you to
the pits of deception
cover you with sand
or lock you up in a shed
and have a look all the time
to see if you are still alive?
there are marvellous tortures
that i can set you at
and undoubtedly you will be inspiring
there is sun
to shine merciless
when i put burning-glasses
on your eyes
there is cold
that creeps into your body
and stays with you
all your life
there is heat
that makes you scream
you have a beautiful voice
you are a handsome toy
and when i am bored
i can take you apart
to see how it works
