I tried to figure out a plan
So much I didn’t understand
I thought about it an eternity
So long something nearly snapped in me

And a little over the edge
Somehow it broke open a cage
Something cracked inside of me
Freed my soul made me believe

To write makes me understand
Let’s me think makes me apprehend
Making music gives me courage
Soothes the thirsty inner rage

To play lets me be free
Makes me alive and lets me scream
But only love makes me a man
Who can cry, dream and laugh again

Jan Wendler

If I ever wrote a poem that defines me this is it.


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