Wednesday, December 23, 2015

And off I go...

Sometimes life's supposed to make sense,
sometimes it just passes us by,
sometimes the angels descend to warn us,
sometimes we just turn a blind eye.

Everything everywhere walks ahead,
everything everywhere functions the way it should,
if only we had the choice to switch our specie,
if only we could be the masters of our lives.

What the eyes see, is not always beautiful,
what the ears hear, is not always melodious,
what the heart feels, is not always lovely,
what the soul undergoes, is not always on display.

The meaning is nothing, if not in life,
what does not make sense, cannot be possessed,
to wait for the end, is an uncomfortable time,
that seems unending, going on forever.

How did life ever dissipate this invisibly?
How did grasping the fragments never touch our hands?
How did living a life become so dramatic?
How did escaping it is inescapable at all?

If we were birds, we could just fly away,
create our own identity, create our own lives,
not connected to each one of us, we could have been happier than ever,
if we were birds, we could just visit the others.

Is this what we are meant to endure?
Is this what we all would wait to end?
Is there a solution as simpler as this?
Coz this is a solution I don't want to adopt.

If only we could sleep for a long time to come,
when the evolution could pass us by, no one to distract us,
when the agony evaporates, and the sun can shine bright,
if only there was no more of everything right now.

I'd like to fly high, I'd like to walk on air,
I'd like to walk to a far off land, never to turn back,
I'd like to own a small cottage, with greens and fruits and herbs,
I'd like to have a water stream close by, the sound of which flows,
I'd like to work and tire myself, and sleep like a sound cherub,
I'd like to put things around me, the kind that makes me happy,
I'd like to build my own little world, escaping which is an option,
maybe I'd leave one day waiting, in the hopes that day will come,
and an unfulfilled dream it will be, the kind that lingers forever,
if only there was an end, or a new beginning somewhere,
I'd go chasing at it in a moment, never to return forever.