Somehow you make me feel simple.

Not at my best.

You strange figure,

lurking around me.


you make me feel simple

although I know you.

Hovering in the shadows

of my past and my present.


Hoping that the future will make you more humble,


I do not say a word.

I just let it go.


Even though you make me feel simple

too soft and weak.


I thought I was at my peak.