(…)
I had this recurring dream:
I was living another life
in another country
in another time.
As I got older the dream began to fade away,
until one day…
… there she was, tapping me on my shoulder.
She says she’s got so much to say
But she’s not telling it today.
She said "Come back when you’re alone"
but I’m not sure I want to know
‘cause maybe her road
is a one-way street.
Maybe her road…
… I’m scared of everything I am.
I’m scared of opening the can.
I’m scared of losing who I am,
think I might’ve taken all I can.
I let the genie out of the box.
[S. Hogarth, Genie, 2004]
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