I am a thousand people

my random life goes on
my normal heart hurts

I am a thousand people
we speak together:

life is simple
I found it in a paperback

the little book of wisdom
condensed into ninety pages

love is easy
I heard it in a song

fine crafted melody, small orchestra
a chorus that loops inside my ear

families are forever
and my father died

I see him in rooms, listening to me
we go for walks in the country

life is complex
I threw away the book

love is difficult
songs and lovers leave you empty

families break up
a thousand people speak with one voice

my normal life heals
my random heart goes on