I don\'t know enough to be yours.
I know too much
to get up and move off.
I want to live in my hard head
but I want you there too.
I don\'t know how to articulate my
endless wandering words
whose walls I just try to surround you with
hoping you will break through.
You know so much more than maladroit me,
I don\'t know whether to give up.
Somehow me without you would be less free.
How I love being free.