“… one cannot discover oneself without sacrifice” – Michel Foucault
She finally made it – a walk outdoors Just to give this world a glance. With an anxious sigh, she squinted eyes From the sun. Dressed for an alien from head to toes So that secrets still be safe, Underneath the cloth the lines entwined Into a beastly pathway.
‘There is a chance I could pass unnoticed, Evening shades are growing darker over me. There is a chance That no one should see me As I’m despaired looking for Me in the dark.’
People can be cruel, and well did she know They would never let her be. Those suspicious looks, and wide open eyes With terror. She swiftly paced the streets at night and Felt almost like she felt before, But underneath the cloth, the lines would crawl To surface unwanted.
Dawn approaching, she quickened up to Prison-home-sweet home.
‘There is a chance I could pass unnoticed, Evening shades are growing darker over me. There is a chance That no one should see me As I’m despaired looking for Me in the dark.’
‘So many things beyond my grasp – I’ll never feel again the envious looks in women’s eyes, Smiles on children’s faces when I smile …’Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
