I guided myself for a thousand years through the dark
Being my own light and map
But for what is this fight?
This inner war?
Now I accept that I need another
In order to step into the jungle
….
Lying bodies around me
Wounded and hurt
Between my fingers a cigarette
That I don’t want to stub
I can’t heal them all
But I can’t drown along them
I have to find the cure for myself first