Searching for the unseen.
A look through the dirty window,
Is an endless achievement to do.
Questions in the mind without answer,
Like a gentle walk between feathers.
Thought merge where they should not,
Thus, burn the skin and leaves a mark.
Mind wobbles, heart pounds and screams,
To walk across the oceans of leaves.
Finds nothing but empty lakes of despair,
That does not really know where to flow.
Runs fast, to left to right and forth,
Nothing seen is done and opens for once.
Truth lies beyond the sky and material,
But, seeking it out is yet to be done.
Feelings swirl inside, like the closed eye,
Sleeping restless but filled with hope.
There has to be another living to touch,
Presence of life is the proof to watch.
Hope is last to fall and crumble,
Which always does and never stops.
Doors open and cross the path of light,
That has not been shone to a single mind.
Questions, questions and more of them,
Keep coming in this world of den.
When will the blind become the thought,
To live beyond the mass and disappear.
Smile of pretense is the shield of crafts,
What has been used against the plenty.
Not knowing who the cursed are,
Forced to feed on the lines of stars.
Without luck or hope nothing will fall,
The hands will remain empty and dry.
Nothing will turn on its side and talk,
Unless the circle breaks and falls apart.
Who will be the cause and this destruction,
To connect minds from apart and safe?
No one to tell and no one to listen,
Just the rattle of leaves in the wild.