And I spend my days, half-asleep, half-possessed
swimming in a lake of knowledge
without reaching the land of calm.

Some days, I daydream
about a walk in the woods
not having to survive
this immense pond of words,
and names, and numbers, and punctuation marks.

I often get lost,
more often than found.
My reality is a whole,
but my mind is in parts.

I can hardly find my sleep any more
for I need my head to always chew
the crumbs and bits of my everyday,
for I dwell into forsaken worlds,
lost forever in the past.

A promenade in the blue forest
of a boundless cauchemar,
I swing from one root to another
never quite finding any amends
for the bitter precipitation
in my candidly exhausted eyes.