For the first time in
my life I thought that I’d grow
old with someone. You.

I saw the mother
of my children. Beautiful
little ones surely.

I saw a reason
to become ”normal”, and ”behaved”
like ”everyone”.

I saw a purpose
to bother with bills, taxes,
pension funds, and such.

But reason, purpose,
old age, are for those that have
belief. And I don’t.

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.