We build a balance
between the real
and the unreal
in this play
of madness
Who will save whom
and when
creating lights in the darkness
Scratching paths
with sparks
drawing patterns
showing
the narrow path ahead
Here I go again
in the dark
stumbling blindly
stumbling over rocky roots
struggling to get up
and loudly
groaning
Who will save
whom and when
Where the flicker
of a reddish creek glows
Opening my eyes
to see again
Those empty sentences
whispered in my ears
those fine words
engraved on paper
whose thought does not press
on my mind as words
incomprehensible
I listen to the hissing
that arises from the lips
the vague murmur of sighs
When will I learn again
to read between the lines
to interpret the text
without distortion
I just want to understand
I no longer want to walk
misunderstood
in the chaos of my own life
This is all just
so misshapen, yet beautiful
and ironically lovely
I don\'t know
and
I don\'t remember
how I got here
But I ended up here
Did anyone ask
if I wanted this
but this is
what we were
given anyway