Saturday, May 06, 2006

Useful thoughts for making good bad dreams

Feeling out of focus like a broken mirror
on the wrong path since the day i was born
looking from the bottom of the ocean at the top of a mountain
speaking all the languages of the world, writing on the sand
too many connections to handle
too many decisions to take
better to take no decision at all ?
let time and God do what they want because i am not free to
so just lay down and look at things passing by
just being glad of being alive
though feeling lonely, far and cold yet being glad of a
useless breathing
opening up eyes day after day 'till there will be no days
left, no eyes to open
just a wasted opportunity to understand what i was looking for
neglected feelings all on the way
being on the verge of my second half of life brings a sense
of urge, a sense of drama, of conclusions to make, they'll
make themselves anyway
making a sense making a sense out of the nothing
is there any sense in making a sense ?
quantum leaps are everywhere
indeed should i care ?
is suffering the only meaning we're able to choose amongst
roses and stones ?
rolling down the mountain
driving with no brakes
dreaming of a life, living in a dream
wonder who will remain ? which of me will stay ? does it
mean much ? does it make any sense ?
when i was young i had a belief, my relief : the whole
universe was completely crazy at my eyes
it reassured me, everything was clear
why am i trying to make sense out of the mandala ?
i'm in too deep, i'm in too deep
to look at the picture
i'm lost in details
all that is above is like all that is below
what goes down will not come up
termical death
a broken mirror
a sense of death
all around
like a friend in the night
a dream inside a nightmare
illusion in reality
a stillness in light
just a little fraction of E.M. waves
our sight is our knowledge
our knowlegde is blindness
hurting is our religion
the power and the glory
and everybody's lonely hanging on to somebody else's shoulder
fighting to keep the fire alive
even pain is better than nothing when you got nothing else
in your hands
a slamming door, steps on the stairs, wooden noises quiet.....make up your mind.....
kiss madness goodbye.

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