Awareness
 

Awareness

Once upon a midnight evening, moon shivering above
As I walked down the streets of this soulless city
Suddenly there came a screaming
As of someone harshly doubted meaning
Of this rapid industry around its core
Doubted meaning over ‘always more’.

Frankly there was no worry inside me
For this madness has always been silenced
To destine the thoughtless to their dying
For fear’s never been an issue in their lying
And it never was difficult to close the door
To hunt them for evermore.

Often I had walked this road on my own
But this time trembling came to me rapidly
And as my hands hid themselves in their skin
I was not able to distinguish myself nor my sin
As if this walk itself was no more
Than a destiny, for evermore.

The fast closing of my eyes was to be stopped
As a gentle hand carefully followed the lines in my soul
Almost like someone touching the shape of my thought
Though in this dream, little relevance was caught
For no living human being could let this mystery explore
Wandering for evermore.

As my legs made a turn and my body moved away
The hand disappeared – only to help my balance find its way
And that devoted face that now could be seen
Very much alive, although this could not mean
That the hand meant nothing but interest or bore
Truly meant nothing more.

“No”, said my unsteady voice, hidden somewhere in my throat
“This is not to be understood, hated nor known
It is a marked black spot, found in the depths of my mind
It is a veiled new being, content, joyful and kind
A being we should forget soon, or totally ignore;
Do not recall it once more!”

“No”, said my body, striking with its disguise as always
For it is my remains that protect the dying ideas
About protocol, custom, rationality, just pretend!
“This cheerful madness should come to an end!
Let your heart be still and close the door
Only to be sober, for evermore!”