I want to push it

to the edge of all edges.

Want to withdraw my nature

from time.

Want to play characters

with your characteristics...

And ignore the fact:

that we will not always be alive.

Now could you see me

unlike her

at all?

Could you seek

my differences

as she falls?

Do you realise

I am not comparable

at all?

And what I do best:

is to pressure you to accept me as bare able

so you wont convict me

or descend me

att leva i real -

tid

och tidsspå

kringså 

kringgå 

oss två

. 

See that I am:

Lying less lies

about his heritage.

Lying more lies

about the affection on me.

Suddenly this paranoia strikes me

and realisation catches up with me

just as I am about to leave my founding

my secure ground

Then just as I shouldn’t, darling

I refuse to be bound.

Cause in this lonesome lovers fools garden

You don’t seem to bother much

in showing me around…

Lost and found.