Sometimes it happens
And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then
You are not friends,
And friendship has passed.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself.
And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved
And love is past
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.
And sometimes you want to speak to her and then
You do not want to speak
Then the opportunity has passed
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish
And also it happens that there is
nowhere to go and then
There is somewhere to go
Then you have bypassed
And the years flare up and are gone
Quicker than a minute
So you have nothing
You wonder if these things matter and then
They cease to matter
And caring is past
And a fountain empties itself into the grass....
Brain Patten
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