• A tree I see,
    Under a glance a honey bee
    no gloom
    no stress
    no expressions.

    Below it was an apple
    but that is not an apple tree
    I know what i see,
    a honey bee.

    How is it, the truth?
    with the strands below the roots?
    is it a conspiracy?
    a well planned planned one?

    Am i the scapegoat?
    or the string for the puppet
    maybe with the clothes on
    is that what i see?

    Am i still sleeping with my eyes open?
    is that where i'll be?