10 agosto 2010

Imaginarium



Seemed just now
I was slowly stepping back into reality
Feeled I was finally capable
to understand it
and consume it

Quite ready, I was
to face it through night and day
Then suddenly the wind blowed south
reality vanished
like a pray

My calls could not be heard
by a single living soul
And again I was
just a gambling goat

The unkown became home
And what I could still see
all turned cold
that no warmth cuddling could make fire
in my soul

Cause what I was seeking for
no longer existed
It all disappeard
within a blow

And for whom thought
I could no longer bear the pain
I screamed out loud:
"it is just a pouring rain"

But then again
I was found lost
In my own reality
and by my own cost

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