wise ignorance

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

Lazy Saturday – The Walk (I)

Tired of sitting all day,
i decide to go for a walk
It’s cold, it’s dark
i forgot to bring my gloves

Now i’m walking
with my hands in my pocket
If i fall down,
i’m sure,
i’ll land on my head

I see strangers,
walking all around,
not a face i know-
I feel relieved,
You must have noticed..
i just keep walking,
with my hands in my pocket…

The chill of the night,
and the dust on the road,
I get an itch,
and… damn, on my nose!
I tried to wipe it
off my shoulders, it won’t go
I breathe in hard
I breathe in slow..
But no sir.. it won’t go
desperate…
I rush to where the crowd is…

Many things have happened,
 but i walk…
                          careless… 
                                                    lost in thoughts…
                                                                                                 miles away 
from where i started
                                                                                                 I stop now,
                                                                        I feel lonely,
                                       deserted streets…
                      scary…

with no courage to walk myself home,
i take a bus instead…
nice and warm…
i think of taking my hands
out of my pocket…