Monday, August 30, 2010


Is darkness the real awakening,
before the misty morning?
Is it the rising sun,
before all has bloomed?
Is it being wide awake,
when the world's still sleeping?
To arise to something new...

To look at a room full of faceless creatures,
wondering what might befall,
Dancing around, as the world starts crumbling,
Before the ignorance starts to crawl.

And then one day,
when the dark is shining,
you tell yourself that time is coming,
chasing you as you speak.
No words of wisdom,
No time for worries,
The running thoughts,
That still won't leave.

Wondering what is wrong,
singing the same old songs,
Living while you can,
catching every breath,
before sunlight finds you...
and brings you what is dawn.