I always strongly
wish that you could fully read,
things in
my head, the fight, the pity, the need,
Four fronts
open, mosh like never seen,
and not a single
one is really breaking in…
Blinded I keep
on chasing the dream,
sleepwalking
on heaven’s thin rim,
I forget, I
rage and take the blue pill,
I knock
over the glass, I let the evil spill,
to save
self from all the visible dangers,
stray away and
look for random strangers.
The body
that is a prison for the mind,
my mind
would be yours, if it’d be mine.
But I
learn, it is never enough to think
and even
not enough to tell.
Deed is
more than promise in blood ink.
Those who
do, they do fare well.
But I got nothing
much to give you
