there is a simple line of preparation \ i might not understand why
but it's there, simple and clear for everyone to see
wie ben jij? \ who are you?
what do you do, what brings you here? \ before my eyes
withing reach of my hands, close to my arms.
and even so i cannot fathom it \
cannot descend my madness, my slow careless masochism.
you are such a light. white as a dawn and black hair. raven's eyes are lies waiting to be said.
wie ben jij? \ who are you?
