I’m tired of searching this world for what i need to know. The truth lies within. I needed a different set of eyes to see. I needed to be free, i needed to agree, to the voices inside me, to hear who was talking. Pain comes from ignorance, pain comes from knowledge. There’s no escape – for it’s there to stay. I’d been running away and i’ve been running around in a circle. It all starts from the end and ends at the start. There’s no way to figure out what sets us apart. We’re all the same inside. You’ve been wearing these cloaks of emotions and masks of wisdom. Hiding the innocent soul that you ransomed, for consent and wealth. While i sit on the side, enjoying the ride. I know not what you have got, but i can see what you have lost. I can see you running away, haunted by death. I’ve explored death… now i’m ready to live.
When do we find out that all we really know – we have known? What is it that sparkes each precise change to bring us closer to the awarness of what we already know? We remain unaware of our complete knowledge.
– Jim Morrison
the chill of cold death –
winter snow on the clover
where do the bees go?
Fear not my child,
I want you to be strong.
Believe not my child,
What they say is wrong.
Live you should,
Await not the dawn.
Die you must,
The reason you were born!
Thus said the old man to his son.
Wish we could surrender
to the voices, and
mix with the echoes
Wish we could close
our eyes, to the
brightness of the shadows
Wish we could kill
a plain, ungrateful murder
Wish we could steal
the morrow, and
make up for the blunder
Wish we could cut
the rope, that
drags us to innocence
Wish we could lie down
with hope, for
riddance from these stains
Wish we could rise
from the ashes,
and see a familiar face
Wish we could walk
fear not the disgrace
An old man has just arrived the town
feeling lost, feeling down
he stops for a while, rests on the ground
and sings of the pain that he has found
lines of age carves his face
the tired mind has lost its grace
worn out by time, eroded by fate
he awaits patiently for his final bait
bones crackle, as he tries to get up
thinks of the vigour that he has lost
swears at life, curses his luck
and falls down, with a painful drop
[All those sweet memories of life
come to him and he sees the light
then he gets up with all his might
and takes off, for a eternal flight]
the man had just arrived the town
feeling lost and feeling down
now he lies there on the ground
did he take, with him, the painful sound?
or did he leave it here echoing around?
once again to torture us
lost again, to be found!!
i shall relive my thoughts when i’m alive
i shall repaint my dreams when i’m awake
but for now, i need to rest my friend,
i need some moments to rest on my grave.