Maybe it’s weird
thinking about those things,
thinking that someday
it might become reality.
Maybe I was wrong
thinking I could handle them,
believing that I wouldn’t care
about it when it’d happen.
And maybe it was right
to do the things I did,
to follow my instincts
under pressure of circumstances.
Anyway, it happened
I didn’t have to go back
to make the same mistakes again,
to be sure everything would be all right.