I’m right at the end of an endless road,



My story is written never to be told,



I sit in the middle of a dry rivers flow,



The earth above the sky below,



A maelstrom inside a tranquil lake,



Step on the gas only to brake.



From two dry eyes, flow a single tear,



I’m everywhere, no-where , somewhere, near.



Soaking in sweat, chilled to the bone



Messages seeping through the phone.



In a box with three sides, silence in sound,



People are everywhere, no-one  around.



I saw again the man, who wasn’t there,



Next time I don’t see him, I will not stare.



I am full, yet empty, a hole inside,



As vast as the universe, I ride its tide.



I bleed from memories, hide in the light,



Let me step into the dark, to make things bright.



Waiting for Godot, the message futile,



My mouth tastes sweet as it pours forth bile



I am awake in the infinite dream,



I could scream, do you know what I mean?