Oh I wonder sometimes
if I
lived a life somewhere else
in another country
with another name
maybe I was brunette
and not particularly long
and round
and my voice was shrill and dan
it sounded like hell
when I took ton
I wonder what I would have done then
I might have been a lady
and loved myself through it
but still
had the same mother like the woman
who lives her life in Stockholm
br/>with a different rhythm
maybe I never found the right one
and all the gifts that I received
lay hidden in my body
by everything around
I didn't understand anything
I wonder what I had done then
maybe I joined the wild animals
and built a nest in a big forest
but there yet
had the same dreams as the woman
who lives her life in Stockholm
of all I wondered only one
I must know
got When you have your life here
I understood
that I must go out and look
and among thousands and thousands
recognized you and said
beloved come
here I am
I wonder so sometimes
when I
believe father of some poor child
who looks like I
did that
with hair so fly
and thin
and late
ears like satellite dishes
when it happens
then it is dizzying
before life becomes so very big when
the earth shrinks to a small room
and the human soul
feels as big as the universe
for even think
that I became the woman who
live my life in Stockholm

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