Bellevue #06

We don’t change,
We always stay within a certain range.

You can try to hide,
In the dark of the night.

We will always see the child inside,
That knows too well what’s right.

We act as if we had a choice,
But in our brain there is always this unclear noise.

Telling us what we need,
Not resting until it we feed.


Bellevue #05

I hate this cold breeze,
It’s a polar freeze.

Remember when everything was fine.
Summer, beach, sunshine.

Bring me back to that life,
If necessary with a knife.