Honey Tree

Feels like I am spreading a disease

I may be the holder of a plague

I need of a pacemaker cause my blood runs out of beat

And I can’t live with it

It takes some to build one

But it’s easier to tear it down

With bare hands I dig a hole

But it gets to small

The lies I tell hurts as much

As telling the truth

The seal is too hard to brake

Slow as a snail I leave

I’m not like a larva that transform into beauty

I crawl through the slime I’ve made

I’ll stay on the ground and still be ugly

Are you confident when you curl up in bed

Or are you tired or full of hope

Do you save and fold the threads

Do you stop or go ahead

My life water and my honey tree

I need the nectar, not a stinging bee

The guidance is gone – alone from now on

I pack my bags to meet oblivion

Slow as a snail I leave

I’m not like a larva that transform into beauty

I crawl through the slime I’ve made

I’ll stay on the ground and still be ugly

To whom do you confide when you curl up in bed