One day, I will awake in empty space,

One day, I will awake in empty space,
Where whiteness, is for all in place,
I’ll close my eyes and open quickly,
As if not getting what is with me
I finally switched off to sleep,
I should have realised before,
My head in mornings is so sore
That I can’t really think too deep.
Nonetheless, now the haunting emptiness
Has started boring my stillness
I tried to move, to move around!
When suddenly, I touch the ground
Listen in; I hear a thing scratching its chin,
I can not see, as if I’m blind,
Or possibly I’m losing mind
It’s crawling down, it’s on my collar,
The itch is asking for a dollar,
Which I had with me, it brings luck,
So I start giving it the buck,
But there is no one there to take it…

Some time goes by, without changes.
The situation comes in stages
I’m stuck; stage ‘three’ is proving rough
My brain is melting, time is tough
There is nowhere to move
There is no melody to groove,
There’s nothing - nothing can not sooth!
The sore and empty feeling,
The lazy, sticky ceiling
Has taken far away, the day,
Which I’ve just lived today
And so to say, I had no dreams,
My brain has stopped, or so it seems.
No colour movies of my mind,
Weren’t coming in to me this night,
Though night was bright when I awoke
Someone on street got something broke.
My eyes are open, nose is cold
The pillow simply will not fold…
I can’t stop thinking of all things…,
Thoughts flow like rivers of the dead……
The journey is ahead.
The silence is like bread, for one’s reflections…
A slice per head, the ending can’t be sad,
The rambling lust for explanations...

11.2007