There are shades of me that even the light of epiphany cannot find There are abysses inside me that even the scale of surrealism cannot measure There are holes inside me that even the ocean of forgiveness cannot fill There are questions inside me that even the answers cannot find
I’m lost in the treachery Of time and people Juggling the spaces between transition Hoping it all to make sense I remain still and let the flow pass through me I hold my breath and allow the life to pass through me
An envoy of realization drills its hole Fixes the ropes of truth Trying to dig deeper and deeper I fail to gravitate what is in and what is out I succeed to convince what is true which is false
Jumbled and troubled Running from myself In an endless circle, I run To scrape the floor below me To erase the sky above me I run.
Comments