Mad Season

I´m not a poet

This is not a poem

if all the rhymes fit

I´m sorry, don´t know them

I´m not a stiller

I´ve never been

Between Lover and Fighter

I called the extreme

And all that I´ve lived though

May brake down in tears

I ´m losing myself just

the more i feel fears

But this doesn´t bother

I´ll fight myself through

as a fighter and lover

Don´t know who I am, but I feel what to do