Crawling like a baby,
I was waiting for my christening;
empty thoughts in an empty quiver,
I was afraid that someone was listening.
For days I hide,
But this shadow is still present.
I have not really seen,
what is so special about that crescent.
Afraid of unpleasant,
my whole life was in a box,
nothing really heals,
when you are away from clocks.
Please do tell me what is wrong,
this shiny soul is cringing…