he will stare every time till my cheeks start burning, but if I cast a look away from me he’s turning
all week long I struggle to wake up even late, on weekends – could I be your village rooster, please?
when I am a friend they search for someone else; I vanish – they hurry back again
Ripple in the sand I am and nothing that I do can change it
I stay up late to dream big only to wake up with no will to live