There I stand,
In the same old room as you,
With a slightly shivering hand,
Alone and without any clue ...
What exactly to expect,
Afraid waiting for the unknown subject ...

Not one of us talking, not a word,
Not one of us walking, not a step,
Not one of us doing something,
Nothing ... standing still ...
Waiting for the weakest link ...

Then with all my courage,
I dare to turn the frightening page,
I look right into your angry eyes,
There I’m taken by surprise,
I see a strange little world hidden inside,
I can feel my heart collide,
It’s like a forbidden land,
Built on your own two hands,
Closed with an iron brown coloured gate,
I can see you have lost your fate ...
In everything you know, do and see,
But tell me ... have you also lost it ...
in me ?