Cervical Spondylosis Tennis

feel ... Dear

Pride

feel like I'm yours,

But you forget that I am free .

And that's what you like about me.

You can not help but hide it.

someone I look but not touch.

You might could you touch me, but I'm not yours.

I

anyone.

And I stir jealousy, envy, anger,

When you see that many like me, look at me and want.

You're walking away to forget,

But come back, because it is difficult.

Things are complicated, Because you're mine, but I'm not yours.

"Another one of the bunch?

'm a lot of atoms ... cells and neurons.

I lie and I can not move it.

I lost the idea, image, language, meaning.

What was it that I lived before?

How climbed step by step?

Now I look through the window and no longer see my dream.

were met, but everything happened so fast and so ... different.

I lost hope, my dreams, my fantasies.

I do not know what else to ask, since they no longer know if I will like it.

Why should I settle for this?

much energy spent to no avail.

O was not patient enough, or are not supposed to happen to me.

Will finally put feet on the ground?

Why do I have to be realistic now?

I do not remember how it was to have the illusion.

I am a subject, a body, a head, a ball of feelings in the world.

I look out the window and see my real dream out there.

Can I bring him some day?

Should you, would be the world's happiest smile.

For me, nothing like being different from the heap.