Disappointment comes in futuristic forms
It is the
Realisation that
I will never breathe the oxygen
of the Arctic
Or what is left of it
And it comes in waves
I see myself swimming
In oceans that I will never come to touch
Buildings that I will never come to climb
People that I will never come to meet
Between plane rides I hop
From trajectory to trajectory
Losing myself
Out cold in this cowardly world I crave
For a little stability
For I know neither
What
Nor
Who
I love
Any longer
And mysteries such as these
Shall wreck confusion like thunder
A storm blows though I have no sight for it
And life goes on as usual
I see the world in film and grain
Assisted vision that brings me closer
But to stand on these fields
Uninhibited
Will that remain a vision too?
Adventure calls and I await
But machiavellian blocks they tumble
There is no pride in living
One day at a time
But time after time it seems
Choice is not on our side
And some dreams that you have will just
Never come to be
So you sit and wait for life
And you start to play with fire
Till the lonely harp in the labyrinth starts to break the strings of time