In a web of thoughts

12 februari 2006

IK / Verlangens / Eenzaamheid Finally I succeded That's what I thought Finally I got everyting right That's what I hoped I thought I lost it The ability to confuse myself That I lose this is my hope But everytime it fades away I still manage to get myself into this corner A never ending chain of thought All connected someway or another All leading to a point I'm not more than a flock of dust Caught in a spider's web Strugling to get out of it Trying to survive Everything starts somewhere But where does mine? A beginning which have not yet found his end A story without its happy ending My tale has no knight on a white horse No fairies flying around No singing-a-longs And neither it has merry folk dancing on the streets My story is one with dark clouds Surrounding my own dark castle Only darkness, even where the sun shines People are depressed and sit inside 24/7 Human society makes me lock myself in a tower Somewhere faraway from all the do's and don'ts Where there's no trouble or disturbance I can just hang around and do nothing There will be no thoughts Crawling into me Catching my mind of guard Taking in all of my space I will just sit alone On my own little planet Surrounded by screaming and singing I won't hear a thing People will try to contact me My giant bubble will keep them out I don't want any disturbance Just some quiet time after centuries of noise It can be anywhere in the world I haven't found it But I will keep searching the rest of mt living days Until i find a spot where I can be me - fixien - Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn

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Augustijntje

Monday, February 13, 2006 12:11

well, I didn't have the fairies and the knights either..I think only a few have. The rest of us have to struggle, like normal people! I hope you can find your spot.However, noise isn't that bad..listen harder?! the noise can be beautiful, if you just let it.. (but what do I know about it??) nice poem! x!