(Written on 12 Dec. 2001)
You are the feather
that tickles my bone
And the wasp
that gets me to moan
You are the flame
that burns my skin
And the breeze
that sends chills within
You are the accident
to which I am prone
And the habit
with which I have grown
You are the poison
I have to spit out
And the spice
I can't eat without
You are the hero
who saves my day
And the villain
who blocks my way
The rule, the law
I cannot amend
A chapter in my life
I had to end.
