I find no evolution when,
My hand slides over my stomach,
And tries to reach a Heaven,
Followed by
A Dumbness instead;
I find myself
Caught in a wire when,
My throat claims
To be the Queen of the Air,
And bestows her bosom,
In order to be admired,
For Plants smile at her,
And say:
“You are the one who,
Make us aspire,
To a better realm”
So much Patience,
I have worked out,
But such a red shadow surrounds me still,
For I can beat up myself,
Against the same wall,
And never uplift my eyes,
To a new world;
So much Fever,
I have embraced,
But there is no worst illness,
Than the one carried on our soul,
Whereas Orgies & Songs aren’t enough,
To fill up such a Hole;
However,
I’m still being the Ocean,
Every Galleon sails out,
For my Future won’t change my Past,
But my Present will set up my nails,
If I get concentrated well;
Everyday a new life is born,
So the chance to start over
Always remains open,
In which I’ll never fall
Into my old abyss,
For Thorns & Tears are singing
A black psalm,
Awaiting for anyone to be down
And becoming them part of the Choir,
By the illusion
To make them feel Pride.