playing with your ears in the bathroom,
in front of a mirror,
having no idea of what to do next.
I love you, and I hate you,
and I'll always be there for you,
to set you free from the cages,
to protect you in the jungles,
to feed you with hopes in the hard times.
it doesn't make any sense to you, does it?
Dying slowly in the sameness,
repeating all the same things day after day,
with no point, no passion, no rewards.
Just a little bit more.
I promise, I can feel it,
something is about to happen.
I swear, I can see bananas.