to my first Mentor
Took me a while to understand
That you didn’t have a clue
You just knew where you stand
And how to push through
Poking every hole in this Swiss cheese
Seeing right through my bullshit game
Affectionate lover, ready to please
Complex, by far, was MY first name
Where does one draw the line
Between the harsh businessman
Pressure, SWOT’s1, wine and dine
Ruthless, fragile, gentle-man?
Where does one draw the line
Between romance and history?
I wanted you badly to be mine
You took my traumas personally
Being root-less2 and having wings
Super-unglued from the ground
But they’re not the same things
Voiceless, breathless, lost & found
A Thousand spoons instead of a knife3
You couldn’t give me the tools
But you believed and it gave me life
I had so much to let loose
I found everything I was looking for
But before it’s better it always gets worse
Dark years, you blasted the door
Right actions, wrong reasons. No remorse
Told me to put my chaos into boxes
Swamped, I followed your advice
Still KonMarie-ing 4 my Mental Storage
Like Jamon Iberico 5, slice by slice
(Zału-Baden, 21.08.2020)
1SWOT – in “Silicon Valley” Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, Threats
2“Rootless” Marina and the Diamonds
3 “It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife” Alanis Morissette “Ironic”
4 Marie Kondo / KonMarie – Japanese Decluttering Expert
