Folded elbows, straight back and good posture
Raised by following rules and rituals
Where judgment was called for any gesture
For long enough that seemed habitual
But you cannot put a hug in a box
So by twenty they opened their arms wide
gentle and mellow like a silky fox
Embracing all without needing a guide
But doubts stays with us all along the way
Syndromes and targets mixing up jointly
Bulky flesh dissociate us away
For gentle refrains from being bluntly
My new friend they said, after a short chat
After having held my spirit’s back