As I deep to lure you
I found a way to soothe our souls.
My fast words were too much for you.
And so it is processed into the clouds.
So much tensed words wrapped around your head.
I should have been silent instead.
The cold rush for the scattered analysis.
Forces my misery into a paralysis
Heavy waves to keep the composure.
You couldn’t stand the tension of your exposure.
I know, you will run, looking for nothing.
The surface is always at your reach .
The fast urge of disappearance discovers time.
Mine to choose and what is meant to be may be mine.
They would not know, they would not find out.
Such a huge relief when I heard my name,
As I know what it is about.
Nova
23/04/26