A cup of coffee
The whole day…
Of the previous day
The little routines
The big routines
Till we know nothing else
Step by step
The harmony of habit
Leads us all
To the same place
Time is no saviour
It’s a trap
From which no one can escape
And it pushes
It pushes us
Till the end
I wake up
Stuck in routine
Till the end
Floating in the sea of helplessness
Among the biterness of nothingness
Within the routines and faces touched by sadness
Carried away in the fate’s darkness
Pondering over world’s unfairness
Searching for the promised brightness
And the unlikely happiness
Hoping for some kind of loneliness
But you’re never alone in your human weakness
The minutes run away into nothingness
You’re left with less and less time before death, drowning deeper into hopelessness
Leaving the world with a smile on his face
Flew the spirit on the chilly winter’s embrace
‘Goodbye my tricky life
Go on with your unexpected dive
The space is waiting with its mysteries
So many roads to choose with no limits’
He knew the sweetness of blossoming trees,
The kisses of love, the pleasure he would miss
But the joys of the Earth were not enough
He wanted so much more to discover on his path
What he did – a lunacy, that’s what they called it
A mourning crowd was an illusion in not that little bit
The emptiness he did not feel anymore
When he realised he had it all in his hands, his proper lore
He left his cat, the rain and depressing fall
And then he announced, ‘’tis my final call’
How can we be so lonely
In the arms of the world?
How can we shout for attention
And be left unheard?
How can we hold somebody so tenderly
And be pushed away?
How can we be such sensitive souls
In the army of tough soldiers?
How can we all be alone
If all we need is a friend?
The world is so cold, sad and empty
When there’s no one to share.
If only we could be both strong and delicate
And with a song attract the sincere one left.
How much longer are we gonna pretend
That we’re not living our lives second hand?
Now, would you tell me it doesn’t make sense
That I want to search for myself without defence?
And please don’t tell me you love me unconditionally
Finally admit that you would cease to if I stopped being me
Do you know if it’s me anyway?
I keep on changing and changing every day
Perhaps there is no point in my present sorrow
Why even care what’s it gonna be tomorrow?
I don’t understand what has happened to me
So happy I used to be
Now nothing seems to matter at all
Even though I’ve managed to find my goal
Maybe too positive is just not healthy
You have to be sad and confused and not so wealthy
From time to time being down is so enjoyable
There’s some sick ecstasy in it, seemingly not probable
Do you find me even more insane?
I guess I know who is to blame
Although dreamy, I sometimes get quite sceptical
At the same time I hate all that is logical
It is probably getting quite boring
Just my usual unusual moaning
One number up in my age
And so I started considering some great rage
Please don’t wonder what I really meant in here
You can instead have fun with a cup of beer
As I always say the choice is yours
But you’re already here, so you’re gonna go through it, of course
I’d like to thank a lot for the following award in the Thursday Poets Rally:
I nominate Touch 😉
One more tear I will shed
One more glass of champagne I won’t have
As I will drink wine instead
When will this sorrow go away?
When will this memory find its way
Out of my head?
A song of madness
Sung in shadows, hiding from the lights
Strong feelings may never actually die