v i d e o g a m e s o m i d 1 6 b r e m i x

coeurrclaté (in haiku series)

dodging bullets is

surely hard when you're a loud cloud

sounding thunder sounds

unlaughing skyly

highly going on believe

me when i tell you

nothing makes sense now

how confusing i have been

i will never win

with you i was it

and with them i was something

else i could have been

with me i was now

and with myself died

and became anew

i know the answer

hanging onto my ego

playing my mouth harp

confronting myself

with me for my defenses

whipping i senseless

i can only hang

to branches of lonely trees

until they collapse

my knees touch the ground

but i'm still high in the sky

always hanging on