Sometimes, the need to escape is greater than anything I feel...
I have my trained mind for that, years of forced introversion in bomb shelters...
So there...
To be somewhere…
To be where the dark red skies
Are only a mark of an ending restful day,
I’m clinging on to hope where, hope, there is none.
To weave thoughts as vigorous as eternal coniferous domains,
Hold my flame, hold my fire, hold within my calming desires;
I’m persevering ahead, a blaze at a time.
There’s only one way the current can go,
There’s the way the mountains cast shadows;
I’ll be none the wiser if I remain astray.
Down by the river bed,
The river bed is thirsty.
Floating right ahead,
My gasping compassion.
I’m not numb, I’m tremendously dazed…
To be where the earth is roaring,
Ready to spew out its bonfires of wisdom;
I’ll make sense of it; I’ll be gentle but I’ll resist,
Until I have no more reason to…
