This time filled with nothingness
those hands that still can't feel.
Frostbites, tracks on the ground
blue fingers and shivering lips.

You are burning inside but you
can't stand the heat. Fears and
anxiety follow your steps leave
no trace. . . - You wish!

Hopeful thinking the force within
 
and you use it, abuse it. Like a
refugee you seek.

Images brought by devious, mischievous
thoughts. Your partners in crime; faithful
companions searching through the night
for a gleam of light

and you still can't feel, shivering, quivering
once again disappearing inside you.

Nobody knows . . . - You think! Think once again
and the third time deny what you know, deny what
you ‘ve learned.

Amongst strangers, amongst thieves, amongst
so many other unknown things and beyond.

I am the hand that pens down what has been.

Behind my thoughts . . .

My soul

I am the eye that saw what is

Behind my feelings . . .

My heart

Burning tears never touched the ground.

Frozen in slow motion somewhere between
they remain until . . .


.


A self-made prophecy waiting to be fulfilled.
Tailor-made to suit and meet individual needs.

Hidden within you, anticipating in silence!
Curious eyes, screams inside your head!
I am next to you . . .

Dreams come to me and rest. Dreams come
to me and I . . .

How can I tell you what the future holds
when I can only see my empty palms?

There is nothing.
What is that something that holds you back?
I can not ask you anymore? I can not I will not
listen to the echo of my questions! I refuse! Because
as always as always the answer exists within
the questions uttered by love.

A love you fear my Dear, because you can't let go
and I am dying, dying . . . in the future built in
your mind . . . I am dying and you don't know why!
Let go! Let me go! Silent dreams whispered to me

and I just felt the heartache. . .

There is no prophecy . . . living words floating . . .
and I can hear, see . . . schhhhh!
Worms dancing on my lips!
No!NO!No!!!

Here I am! Here I remain and I remain free . . .
Here I am . . . being who I am . . .
I am just a passenger . . . passing through time . . .
through the ages . . . centuries, decades, years,
days, hours, seconds . . . . I must leave . . .
but before I leave . . . here.

Red soil, you shall be my witness.  Here.
Inside this mirror!
- Mirror mirror in my hand speak to me . . .
words of wisdom waiting to be heard and I

open my heart for you, what do you see?
 
I have to leave now