Maurice
He sat down in a chair
And cried all day
He wrote a sad poem
Just for giving sense to life
But he knew he wasn’t listening to himself
And damn, he was so unhappy
He used to try it again
Was it worth it being there
His tears found a way
Down to his mouth and he said
I don’t feel depressed
Twisters strangled his mind
Maurice
He went home again
Early in the morning
After having cried all night
And he went to bed
Blankets filled of tears
He spoke to himself in French
But my God
Does he understand?
Maurice
Almost 2 years ago
He returned home again
Sad tears fell on his cheeks
Filled with sadness and grief
He killed a fly without pitty
And he knew he was laughing hard
Egyptian paintings hung on the wall
The farao died a long time ago
He drank tea without love
Just to clear his mind
He was wrestling with himself
Althought he knew he’d never manage it
He prentended it was all okay
Maurice