Reincarnation

An infected drop..
Drop of despondency..
Of doubts..
Of unjustified expectations

And you’re a fly..
You wanna be a fly?
A fly in the ointment..
The ointment of a smoke..
Black thick smoke like tar
But not rising…

Flowers,
Fragrances,
And all living things -
Everything
Sinks into it,
Gradually but mercilessly
Dying of suffocation…
Then drowns..
Irrevocably…

Sometimes that tar is
Beautifully artfully wrapped
That wrapper calls and beckons
With its splendor..
Sound..
Touch…
Delight..
But not with meaning…

Excepting one thing:
The deeper you are, the harder it is to come to your senses..
But if you do, it will turn your essence..
And the spiral of your journey
Will strive you to another level…

SOMETIMES TO A LOCAL BUYER
SOMETIMES TO A SYMPLE PRIER
SOMETIMES TO A GLOBAL FIRE
SOMETIMES TO A HELL DESIRE
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO ACQUIRE
SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO ADMIRE
SOMETIMES YOU BECOME A FLYER
SOMETIMES YOU ARE GETTING HIGHER

Black
Tar
Infected
Drop
Leads the humanity to……
Reincarnation

SOMETIMES TO A LOCAL BUYER
SOMETIMES TO A SYMPLE PRIER
SOMETIMES TO A GLOBAL FIRE
SOMETIMES TO A HELL DESIRE
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO ACQUIRE
SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO ADMIRE
SOMETIMES YOU BECOME A FLYER
SOMETIMES YOU ARE NOT GETTING HIGHER

7.04.2024