No moss for me

 

No moss dear, no moss

my gatherings are rather sharp

edges and cuts are what shine on

No moss sir, no moss for me

 

A desire this has remained

and my stone heart has in fact

gathered a lot of moss

so it weeps, no moss for me

 

Moss is burden, a cover, a shell

it hides under the pretext of protection!

Have not seen light for ages

so it wants, no moss for me

I tried rolling. I froze

what is it?

the extra weight or did I forget

to roll. No moss for me

 

 

Ah trechery, the world fooled me

Or a fool I was, Moss is gold

I agreed, to regret...too late

too late to have, no moss for me