For months I was afraid
to go to bed, afraid
of the nightmares of the army
of bees with their big bulging eyes
they buzzed to me from all sides
and kept hanging in front of my face
I screamed: mum, dad
It woke me up, but
they didn't come, I was alone
At school I made mistakes
I'd rather not get a turn
Always I had been the best
but now I started to hesitate
and again my answer was wrong
The teacher called me forward
and then I did know the result
and he that this was not a mystery
but eyes become near-sighted