Bedrog / Dromen / Fictie
Speak up! I can feel that you’re sneaking up to me,
I cannot touch you, I cannot smell you, and I cannot see
your figure lingering on in the dark, but I know you are there.
Talk stranger! You make my head spin, it is not fair
of you to stay in the same place, whilst you observe my constant motion,
whilst you can draw conclusions, and lay them upon me, as a potion
that stuns my own judgment. Show yourself! You creeping beast,
and I will knock you down, I will blast you away to doom, until you seize
to exist. Stop! Stop talking to me in my head, stop I tell you.
I want to act like a friend, one that is there, one that is true,
but you keep confusing me, please stranger in the dark, dissolve, disappear.
I will not miss you, I will not weep, when you are not here
anymore. Shout out, you criminal! Or are you not sneaking up to me,
do you not even exist? And is it just my own imagination, which I dare not to see?
- Escapulades -
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild