If it�s nice you have to be cautious
I have to watch what I do
I need to protect what I have
But I can�t have anything nice
I am clumsy
I am stupid
I am not cautious enough
Nice things are taken away from me
I can�t fix nice things
Because everything nice is only that one
There are none like it anywhere
I can�t fix something that is unique
It can�t be fixed because I can�t put the pieces back together
I am afraid that if I have something nice
That I will be the earthquake that knocks it out of place
I don�t want to be the tidal wave
But it is me that is pushed and that destroys
I am that clumsy gentle giant that can�t seem to hold anything
Beautiful without crushing it to bits.
