I’m here, this moment in time.
Between us a wall and a space,
Magnetic looks, unspoken words,
A glimpse of hidden smiles:
We have no future, my stranger.

What I believe about myself
Remembering the present from the past,
Of adolescent games, of where I’ve been;
Dormant feelings in fragile memories,
Distorted views of old and new,
They all emerge for you, my stranger.