The idea of me and my body

consists of equal parts truth, deception, dreams

and wishful thinking


Truth is, I’m mostly kind deep down

Truth is, I have a compulsory disorder

that makes me bitter, overly aggressive

and provocatively unkind

Truth is, the questions will be left unanswered


I often dream of escaping myself, to trick myself,

to get ahead of myself

I dream of being better than me

I dreamt that I would be the exception


I wish the present would be enough

I wish I didn’t have to cross the border and

enter the splendid agony of

my own invention

I seldom wish that the moments would last forever


Truth is, dreams and wishful thinking

are compulsory parts of this,

the human condition:

Travel wherever you like

Leave nothing behind

What are you looking for?