Every story has two sides and somewhere in between

The truth lies and waits for me

And time can be greedy, stealing all the details

That you thought you had

The elephant screams so loud the ceiling cracks

And falls down on your head

And still you just sit there, wipe off all the dust

And say that you‘re sad

„Help me to climb this

Magic mountain of me

I‘ve had enough of this

I‘ll never be free“

Can you please hold my hand

And say this wasn‘t planned

You know I‘ll understand

Just tell me how it is

And someday soon you‘ll see

That it was not just me

And nothing comes for free

At least not worth fighting for

Like every good story, this one has got

A start, middle, end and an epilogue

But it can be tricky to see who is the villain

And who is the hero

What you need to see is that we are nowhere close

To crossing the finishline

It‘s so far away that it‘s looking like a dot

Or maybe a zero