before becoming me i was another, low
my heart closed to the beauty of the world
before becoming me i was blind to the flowing
river underneath the soil
before being
darkness prevvailed and fear
i dwelled in the dungenos of my being
i was nil
i neithert slept nor ate
i neithert wrote nor made love
i thought it was the end of me
and never again shall i be
simplicity i exercise
enjoying the evening stroll
there are days the trolls are
hitting hard at the doors of my soul
and my mother let's herself in
i am not able to stop her at the door
i pray for silence and peace
there are days that the troll
becomes elfs and faries
practicing the wand of hope
the abyss inside me i cross every day
on the road to being me
on the road home