You know

You know, you think they're all the same
You watch them go after you
You struggle, but your voice can't be heard
You know...
* * *
You remember the first day
Cold water pours over your head, always
You don't even want to look back
So you won't find out who stabbed you in the back
So you won't say, "You too, Brutus?"
You know...
* * *
You no longer climb trees, afraid the branches will break
You don't blow on your yogurt before eating, afraid your tongue will burn
Snow falls on Palandöken, because I trusted it
You know...
* * *
One day you're on the ridge, you're the leader, you're in front
Believe me, they'll all come after you
You don't want to go, to take them somewhere
They carry you on their shoulders, tears on their cheeks
They leave you in your own place, hands raised in prayer
Believe me, they all follow you
Loneliness, questions, sighs, sins, dead ends...
You know...

Sait Çıkrıkçı - October 26, 2000 - Erzurum