IT IS LATE, THE TIME OF THE NIGHT, WHEN DARKNESS
MAKES ITS LAST STAND, AND THE WORLD SLOWLY OPENS UP ITS EYES. I CAN FEEL THE COLLECTIVE AWARENESS OF US ALL WAKING, YAWNING, WITH UNSTEADY STEPS GOING TOWARDS A SWEATY DAY.
WHERE DID THAT FEELING GO, OR WAS IT EVEN EVER THERE, A MEMORY OF BEING WOKEN UP BY EXPECTATIONS OF SOMETHING BIGGER THAN...
DID I EVER REALLY ENJOY THE MORNING,
OR DID I JUST ENJOY BEING A CHILD WITHOUT KNOWING. FORCED BY ADULTS TO BELIEVE THAT
HAPPINESS LIES ON THEIR SIDE OF THE FENCE.
SLIMY SMILES, SHADY CACKLE, WHISPERS OF DESIRE.
I WONDER IF THEY EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY DO,
I WONDER IF I WILL DO THE SAME TO NEW ME.
I WONDER IF ONE DAY, I WILL WAKE UP AND FEEL
THAT THE SUN, THE MOON, NIGHT AND DAY
ARE ALL EXCITING, I WONDER IF I WILL EVER FEEL THE CHILD LOST WITHIN AGAIN AND THROW MY SCREAMS OF LOVE INTO THE WORLD.
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