for you, babe.......

I could think to that I have been selfish.

And how much we can be unjust.

And just how much the vanity would get me blind

I can think how you would be fine and winner if you could conquer me like a good friend

I could read a book about  ego

I could search to psychology

But nothing would explain the disturber silence of now.

Nothing would get the wish of to renounce of the pardon

Like nothing would get me now…nothing would do me to row against the time................