Nothing to do, no words to say,
Nowhere to go, no place to hide,
No hope for day, no sleep at night
No time to kill, no time to save
No need to worry, let it be:
All’s passed beyond the return point
Dimensions split and stars have dimmed
In milky way of you and me
The Universe inside expands,
Explodes, and shrinks to a black hole
While something painful snaps inside
As I am staring at the wall
The walls collapse, the dust goes up,
I cannot see – my eyes are blind,
The world has crashed and blew apart.
I’m taking off. So long, my mind.
Annaphema
© Copyright: Bomoh, 2003
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