Memories dawn. Worried, you are, ... that only the bad remained.
Looking for the good, but the good you ever felt,
does it really linger with you?
Do you still remember it for what it was apart from the aesthetics?
Did it ever occur to you that I can hold both divergent opinions and the amount
of human complexity, both dark and good at the same time? Darkness is needed to
see the stars, nebulae, darkness is the permanent state of our world, outside
the earthly illusion that is day. I met you in the dark, many summer nights
ago. Once my hair turned black.
I know you can still see, how I ever longed to be yours.
How I ever longed to not go blindly into an unknown universe.
I hold your hand for a while.
I was aware the sun would be too bright,
burn way too much to get close.
Yet I wonder if you ever saw the courage behind the leap? ...Now I only see
the noose
I have waited, paralyzed by my own will.
You gave me hope, I took heed, now I only have the quill
Do you like that? Alone, on my own, fighting still
For the dream I had, you helped me recover
Driving at high speed, freedom in need
And it shall never be the same, out of a warm sun only dust remains
Later to be photographed, write She loved me on my epitaph
But you know, I asked of you to burn my body, spread my ashes
While driving
Toward ever more heights, I haven’t lost the dream I had
Made together with you, only now
I will move toward it, mad
Single-player mode, you’ll see I
will, lad
Even though I know
You won’t ever want to come back
No pressure in sight, I only want
you to be your own feedback.
I’m still full of the love you
want. I will go on, single track
Marrying air to water, the
hurricane in me…
Fracturing my existence to the
rhythm of insanity
At the border of humanity,
reaching touch with who I am again
Only screaming silently, for now this
will just do, this reality
Keep smiling, your picture is
still close, close to my heart reminding to be free…
Even if hourly I go under, losing
breath in the deep-sea
Are you still reading? Mad at me?
You gave me the road, the
power to be like thee
A feeling of old, hoping to loved
Don’t you worry,
It was not all bad.
You’ve shown … how to protect
myself, armor-clad
Don’t you worry, I know you’ll be
alright,
To me you will remain, something
apart from finite …
Far from…But…to you …was I just
only a brief moment at midnight?
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