Do you believe in going beyond your last breath?
Like a runner at the end of marathon – will I last to acknowledge my achievement?
After all these years of soaring loneliness will there be a crowd of my own believers to tap my back with a warm ‘Well done!’?
Living proudly in state of obvious I had forgotten to ask.
I joined the rest of obedient in march under apparent sky
– everything is visible
in front of my eyes
And then I see you collapse
and you see me – helplessly staring back
your hand reaching emptiness to non-existing saviour
give me one more day!
oh you stubborn, stubborn life that never knew itself
fist becomes loose – you tried to grasp at something… but there’s nothing there powerful enough
You’ve never been yours and I’ve never been my own
AND THE SKY BURSTS
until I fall into sleep exhausted and wake up hundred years later and find myself marching again
Who is that eternal thief to dare and steal my clear sight away?