The Journey

Awake to the sound

of distant waterdrops...

Wait till the night fades away...

The dream is so remote,

as you drift through the

nightmares and monstrous illusions

that clutter your mind and

betray you...

Awake, awake, the dream is come

What you never though is real

is here, at your doorstep...

A pattern of your mind,

so splay and insecure

is all the gloom you know,

and yet a faint remembrance

still waits within...

Soft sounds fill your dreams,

Enfold you, veil your mind...

The dark illusions are what you live for,

Accepting them as the only reality,

Living all the lives you might have known,

Dreaming of an instant Deity

that will release you some day,

cleave your mind and

let you live.

The ways that you may choose,

the life of endless choices,

chances, coincidences...

What are your options for today,

flap your hands and make another

decision,

that's what you're living for...

That's what makes you...

Dark are the dreams -

Hollow shapes fill the night,

linger in your mind

until you reach the edge,

the point of no return...

The Now is here to devour you,

there's no way to escape,

to close your eyes...

Ghosts dissolve in the night,

depart to the worlds unknown,

the dreams are nearly gone...

In the haze of marginal

remembrance you gladly accept all tokens,

take it all as it comes

and aimlessly float above

the arcane events...

Close your eyes,

dream of your timeless journey

for one more night...

Light beams / hollow blackness

Dark ghost

That is unreal / too close...

As I travel in darkness,

disorder, and rains

I rejoice through the pain,

I walk on through the days,

I try to be myself...

And I sleep through my dark days -

Dreaming of being safe

and secure:

yet that's only a dream

that comes only on Sundays -

and this is a faint

remembrance...

And hope for something -

that doesn't come at all -

blind as I can be -

so lost

in the timeless vaults of darkness...

As we move away

We forget all that we know --

we are estranged and

only our last words

glue the scene,

keep the shattered glass together...

We walk to turn away,

to lose this faint remembrance...

We drift - we're lost,

slipping through boredom

loneliness

pain

distorted days

drunk haze

diluted mind...

We're lost and slowly drift...

We're only aware that we are still here...

Hardly ever dream of light...

The Journey ends in silence,

in these dark dreams...

The patterns wait within your mind...