There is a secret About me A failure, a reflex It corrupts me I follow spinelessly, predictable Till I satiate my hunger For this worthless act Collecting every little memory As a reminder of my Own inability To let this urge go Hiding this Secret like a tresure of Gold Hunting in places For a sustained projection For a whisper, for a moment’s security… But it won’t last long Shamefully, I promise it Was the last time… Dragged by This boundless force Falling into My own deepest abyss This what I feel and This what I am It’s never the same… A slalom-run Through alibis