Outside

I hang myself out to dry,

to see if the warm breeze will comfort me.

I hang myself out to dry,

to see if the wind will carry me away.

I hang myself out to dry,

to see if the sun will cast a spell on me.

I hang myself out to dry,

to not stand alone and wet inside.

With the naive thought that someone

will come with a warm blanket.

I take a step, I’ve made my choice.

I leave behind the ifs and don’ts.

Marek Birner – Nov. 18. 2012

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