All dressed in black
How are you?
The messages ask and the voices on the phone
And I say: Ok.
Unable to find words to tell
How it feels like
Do I still have feelings at all?
I’m missing so many friends
Miss their warmth and hugs,
But the only ones standing close to me
Are strangers
Knowing nothing of distance
Since I am just a piece of furniture,
A part of the decoration,
All dressed in black,
All interchangeable.
I’m missing a sense of security,
I did not even know I felt before
But when they talk about me,
These mechanic voices,
These unknown faces,
I know:
They talk losses and targets
And the future
And I am just another number,
A part of accounts,
All dressed in black,
All interchangeable.
What do they know
About sacrifices and education and family and dreams of the future
Since all they see is a weaker position
Unable to defend itself
Just a piece of furniture,
Just another number,
All dressed in black,
All interchangeable.
And I take it in
And I breathe it out
And I go home and I strip down and I have a shower
And suddenly:
I am human.
