At the bend of dreams, hope's small grain

 
When will we have our little squabbles too?
With a few pinches of playful mischief?
Just like everyone else does, you know!


Some love, some hurt pride,
A little of what we can't have, some cheap longings,
Some off-key songs, some story-poems,
Some serious talk, some riddling foolishness,
...tell me, when will we have all this for real?


You'll scold me terribly,
you'll call me—what a fool!
Doesn't understand a thing!
I've loved you so...what did I see in that!


I'll flare up in fury!
I'll shoot arrows of sharp words!
I'll say curtly to you,
Then why don't you just leave this place!
Who's keeping you here anyway?


And secretly I'll be trembling with terrible fear...
What's happening! What's become of us!
The person isn't really leaving in anger, are they?


You're really quite clever!
Giving me a little, taking half, somehow managing,
then locking me up in the box again like a prisoner!
So when will you truly settle what you owe me?