good lucky , bon voyage

i fear the mosted fear
i fear that my arms can´t
anymore touch your face
i fear that.
i fear the fearest fear
you walk alone
with your legs
to became another one
regular indeed
no brain at all
no mind of the world
only a follower
you, bloody of mine
be an ant
controlled
sign here
and leave your soul
your thoughts
i never expect you´ll be as me
i don´t want your disgrace
but a little more independence from you
a little touch of the flame
they call it humanity
soome call it freedom
i just want you be more you
not your ancients
not these old ideas
old feelings about the world
and life
what can i do?
nothing...
whisper...
and cheer to the wind
take my desire to god
good lucky
bon voyage!
little sister