Sometimes I grasp at the fields of flowers as I run
Far and fast , I am young desperately searching for the meaning of life

Vulnerable

I can see how you could think that
But if only you knew the whats and whos that found themselves between my lips
I just want the closeness that one feels in the womb

You know there is nothing like that closeness
And this is what they call love I’ve seen it

Anyway I run trying to catch the sun but like a bridegroom it chases after the unfaithful moon
And that is religion I’ve seen it

Then after a fruitless chase I go back the way I came and from where I am there is this endless running : young, old , men and women
And this they call life I’ve seen it

-v.