Well here I am once again at the door, the door that I long to enter, a door that has eluded me forever. Or is it me who runs away from the door?
Every night I dream of what lies behind. Every morning the dream seem so real that it hurts, that feeling of being there yet not having arrived. Well it lingers throughout the morning that feeling of just about being there, that taste still fresh in the mouth , like the first drop of rain on a warm torrid skin.
Tormented I have been with my own thoughts. The thoughts of tomorrow the thoughts from yesterday, forgotten and forgiven, and yet they boil somewhere within me . Blistering they come to the surface that thing that desire that obsession. It rises as the day passes by . The pain increasing becoming more horrid more intolerable more delirious.
Night falls , and I cant bare it anymore this thought. Crazy, insanity , I always thought I was there and yet I feel now that I was just at its borders and now I travel in theses enchanted forests to be lost forever to be dazed. The night has come the beautiful night the night when the lunatics come out to roam free on the streets. I join them too to be one with them but somehow in the end I never find me.
Confused I walk the streets of faith looking for my own destiny, its a maze, I cant see anymore the haze too thick to see even the back of my hand. I look for her in the shadows but all I find is a dream a dream again I find in her. The Dream of faith.
Dazed and confused for so long its not true, what was I looking for I have forgotten now. So now I search a search unknown , dazed and confused, dazed and confused.....
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