why is it that there is no one here 

to answer questions I don't ask ?

am I afraid to set the marks

afraid of real replies ?

don't hesitate to talk to me

but how will you know that I wait ?

who tells you that I miss your thoughts

your hand which reaches into the dark ?

often I don't want to see the light

maybe I like the darkness best

why is there nobody to enlighten my thoughts

no one who sees who I am... ?

is there a chance to grab your hand

to sense where it might be ?

to feel the vibes, to feel the me

again after all the doubtfulness ?

the darkness crawls all over me

paralyses my heart under the beat

which leaves me like a drying shell

under the sun no one will see