a long year, a lost year
i gave myself up to the lonely pleasures of poetry, song and other sublimations
i couldn´t resolve my problems
in life as she is lived
so i withdrew
and spent lonely nights
with piano, guitar, pens and pencils.
a lost year ?
i know more of myself
i know how seductive the dark road can seem
the image more attractive to me
than getting down to business
and getting my snout dirty
i worked up
a fractured bitterness
and thus i circumscribed the rub
and romanticised my problems
a rough year
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