let the storm hit
I want it real

don't play it
don't pull those silly faces
don't look at others


let it be real

let it all be real

real

...
vanish in the autumn's mist
thick evening's air
so tear clear
fear
is what comes after
comes after me
goes after
or ahead
grows inside
or above
I tear
the gallons
and the seas
that do not belong to me
I borrow them
never return
home either
or do I not know time
yet

is it the howling winds of the nights or soothing
spells of the days that brought me up

they say I inherited fear

but in my dreams I'm still an explorer