Introspection
Walking naked in my dreams
Focused on the bare body are countless eyes that gleams
Conscious of the happening
Unconscious of the dreaming
Searching for shelter and protection
Everything to cut out my conscious action.
There during the disclosure of my soul
My unconsciousness conscience appeared
The dream was my fear to crawl
Out of the cocoon as a failure, hideous and weird
Unlike the butterfly that it should be.
Thinking back I realize
That the sparkling eyes
Were my own inside
Laughing because of that scarry light
of the fear for the conscious me.
It is our destiny to become as we are
And pop out like a butterfly
It is your own interpretation
To decide how beautifull and succesfull that butterfly
Will turn out to be.
So fear disappear and be proud for yourself!
February 1999