life behind the blue curtain
where nothing is true or certain
sifting for something of worth and
spend most of my night on thirst's end
sometimes reality bursts in
just to concede and vanish like bird skin
no reason to leave no soul to keep searching

I need a way to escape from this condition
I try to be an optimist,
every day I meet resistance
The Borderline declined
Greet The pessimist existence
They argue back and forth
Let the realist listen

I need a break from this mind state,
This Never ending debate.
Twenty-five years they've been arguing straight.
The black and white of my hemispheres
Are mixing their shade.
This battle back and forth has me blending to gray.
First, it was fun like playing a game.
Breaking down the meaning,
Finding lines between what they say.
I'd sit and listen for hours; I'd do this every day.
Now there's no new meaning, and I don't want to play!

Living in a blur
Along this gruelling vigour
Fearing to finally cave,
Into this loud, obnoxious mediation in rave

Is it just me?
Or is there someone out there with the same plea?
Are we these poor souls adrift?
Craving for this languid plight to shift

Can you feel it igniting?
This seemingly endless longing,
Yearning for that pure and genuine bliss
To rise beyond this infernal abyss

Has it been too long?
Have you asked yourself what have you done wrong?
Although we have to believe that there’s an end
In the meantime put that mask on and pretend

Step into the light.
With that smile,
You have no reason to shy;
Away. Sway,
With the tide.
Beam with pride.
Put your fears aside.
Soar to new heights.
Set fire, burn bright.
Show the world its your time,
To shine. . .

In the land of
Uncertainty

Gods too are
Refugees