I wonder who you are, really.

I wonder what you know.

Does it live inside you too?

How far have you been able to grow?

I want to know if you’re happy.

Even though I don’t know you at all.

Sometimes I almost >need< to know you’re okay.

Because, I too, took the same fall.

I haven’t looked to find you.

I hope you survived the attack.

Curiosity killed the cat they say,

but satisfaction brought it back.

So maybe one day I will know,

that you’re happy in the sun.

Maybe one day I’ll know,

that we have really won.

(Draft 2)