Last minute decisions
over something deep
not planned for a decent future

we’re floating on the surface
of the matter without seeing
the abyss coming after us
everything’s going fast

too fast to have the time for waiting
and hearing the dashing voices
beside us
they’re ants swarming in and out
of their anthill
haunted by the noise of a domestic loneliness

while a question is whirling in our head…

Is it the meaning of life or its lampoon?

Sleepwalkers are following
the thin rope tethered to the ancient regime’s stone
they are going on a path paved of ludicrous storytellings
they’re passing through the cliff of illusion
while the deceiver plays his fiddle
its egregious sound twists their thoughts

beyond the illusion
there’s the awakening of the wonders.

Stones
lines of stones one after another
wraiths are passing
through them
they were warriors of the ancient ages
they walked on the path
where the treason was a sharp blade

they fought and died twice
under the white citadel
for the honour they let rot
into a mouldy cave.

A box full of lies between me and you
melted into
interrupted phone calls
mistaken feelings
are sat beside the regrets
on a bench of frustated dreams
they’re crossing the path
through our disarray
a ghost hugs the darkness
of our thoughts.

The juggler is playing
his fool tricks for a dunce hat
audience

while they’re clapping their hands
in front of the multiple hoax
they see without seeing

false prayers are born
from false purposes
based on fake beliefs

night’veil has been torn
by the claw of the dawn
the day is scattered by our motley thoughts.

Barefoot walking in the night
the moist ground get the feet cold
you risk slipping on a puddle of mud
on the dark path through
the knowledge to the self consciousness

spending the days far from the light
you’re in a cage surrounded by
all the false myths they’ve told you
outside the fanes where the kings and their servants
are strutting about among their lies
thinking how the people can fall into
their wiles.