it's been an hour, maybe two.
it's blank. and my room is quiet,
just like a sleep. i breathe,
i see, i know, i feel this pain,
perhaps a wrong impression
from the brain, perhaps unreal,
moving up and down my arm..
the same old questions, senseless try
of finding answers, endless matters.
we're all born and we die. but why
the space between, is it a game,
what do we need, what do we gain
are we all here held by strings...
thirty, fifty, eighty springs?
what is right and what is wrong,
ring of questions, weak and strong,
is it love what we look for,
all these steps across the floor
every dream not coming true,
every morning without you...
every thought spinning around
are we free or are we bound,
who am I and who are you
why so tired, why so blue?
fear. can you feel the blank
open spaces of the mind,
ring of questions, senseless answers
the long stare of a blind.
night is crawling, silent, black.
pressing hard upon the neck.
fear. covers all.
as I fall.
D.J., 05/04/05