In dark threads I'm stepping
Spring is in my back
No signs of clearance ahead
Just dirt and branches that are fed
They push me back and I don't see
What lies over and what's to be
Just a notion in my thoughts
And me poking through the knots
I am expected somewhere else
Where the mind is not that tense
Here I only find a wall
And I roam around like in a ball
I peak and find some cracks
The light that comes has no sparks
My words are not loud enough
And my trials have gotten ruff
No one can see my mind's wirlwind
Nor can I comprehend theirs
Through the deepth I come
The cracks and spikes become one
A little more I poke around
And slowly myself I have found
Until one more crack sounds aloud
Upwards I start to search about
The fog is spreading, becoming clear
An egg is cracking, it's sound is near
Crenges and petals arising
And blows of winds are energising
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC
In dark threads I'm stepping
Spring is in my back
No signs of clearance ahead
Just dirt and branches that are fed
They push me back and I don't see
What lies over and what's to be
Just a notion in my thoughts
And me poking through the knots
I am expected somewhere else
Where the mind is not that tense
Here I only find a wall
And I roam around like in a ball
I peak and find some cracks
The light that comes has no sparks
My words are not loud enough
And my trials have gotten ruff
No one can see my mind's wirlwind
Nor can I comprehend theirs
Through the deepth I come
The cracks and spikes become one
A little more I poke around
And slowly myself I have found
Until one more crack sounds aloud
Upwards I start to search about
The fog is spreading, becoming clear
An egg is cracking, it's sound is near
Crenges and petals arising
And blows of winds are energising
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