Drunken Heart

Drunken heart, my heart is drunk.

I love life and hate it.

I detest people and envy them.

Love is a custom; I do not feel for my sake.

What do I feel for my sake?

Spontaneous happy feelings make me grin.

You make me laugh.

My heart cries, but only sometimes,

Alone it is safe around you.

Danger lurks, yet I need fear to feel alive.

What is wrong? Nothing quite.

Rapid changes, normal feelings, hope you understand.

These words signify nothing, zero.

Maybe one or two.

What am I saying?

My pencil moves my hand,

My fingers controlled by my crippled brain.

My mind is a chemical unexplained.

Wishing an answer to no question.

Marek Birner – 29.10.2004.