through the beige
find the colour of dreams
listen to the world
while man intervenes
forgive

Trespassing in the wake of hope
I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama
To feel charged is preferable to being drained
What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable

I am not patient
Except when I am
I am not tolerant
But accept that I can be
I Love
But
Is it for personal gain
I cry
But
Is it to free my own pain
Do I go against all that I should be
Or
Do I realise
Through all my searching
That I find
I am
Who

I am

Struck by reality
The anonymous banana bends in the sun
Will the lemon return from the party ?
What about the others
Camouflage gone

What fate awaits in peeling
Exposing the pure flesh
Devoured as whole
Split from the cream

Does it seem
Cold

Awaiting armageddon
Or more

My thoughts are a lost ocean
Seeking passage through winding canyons
Leading back to the source
The source of creation as perceived by the regimented structure of modern life ?
Modern life that views man's achievements as a eureka moment
A life that requires an explanation for all occurrences
I must climb deeper to the peak of this inverted mountain
To a time of wonder
No boundaries
Unprogrammed
It is almost within reach
In this depth lies the truth

Feel the pain of being alive

Behold the hopeful
Awaiting a sign
Life goes on