I can naively cry
When I doubt myself
I Have to write it, have to wipe
But I remember what they say.

And every day
I wake up charming, cheerful. Play.
But all my life, I'll still remember what they say.
And when I cry it
Yo! Words can bite meat.
I doubt it, always, anyway.

Decades are blowing
A good work flowing
Why don't they tell me
Someting

Must I pray?

                   January 2003