things have a strange way of breaking down, They look normal, so normal. And then suddenly it breaks down, breaks down a lot, Really breaking down. In the morning they are like children playing; so much joy and happiness, So many hopes. Then, suddenly, (around noon) it goes terribly wrong; Her face is sharp And then it's final: broken. In the evening, we fall on the floor, Looking down at the ruins and wonder: when and how is it got so bad And we didn't even notice. so - things, Not least - relationships.
Gabriel