In the end
If it is my tears that I will have to swim through
Choked by half-drowning and a memory of you
Far away, like the Liberty
Far away – making love
I may close my eyes
And let myself go and tell myself that for me
Life will mean no more. May I survive and go on,
May I pick up and crawl. Life will have meaning
When meaning deprives life of all.
Till then, I wait
With life on my side.