PORTRAIT IN BLUE

Some may think I am mad

When I’m just very sad,

probably a little bit crazy, 

I am just a definite maybe.

Who knows exactly who I am,

my mom, my doc, my hard old man?

Where am I supposed to be,

under your body, down on my knees?

Can I look into your reckless eyes

and still find a trace of faith?

I almost died when I hit you by surprise

in a battle of haze.

If I see you again would you be

really able to forgive me

over a carpet of autumn leaves

underneath your graceful arms?

I’m so sick and tired of living

my life, can’t find out its meaning.

Can’t you see my walls are trembling

and I’m not strong enough to stop them?

I’ve got a devil inside now and he

never sleeps or hides his signs.

In my missing persons’ gallery

your portrait always shines.

Shining blue.

Leandro Wirz