The Hiatus

April 10, 2007; Tuesday; 3:07 AM

Background: Lemon Tree by Fool’s Garden (played about 30x times now)

Nothing ever happens;
As if this is my destiny.
This is a place where I will stagnate into stale water inside a sealed jar.

Well, it doesn’t really matter;
For I sleep and I wake at my own peril or joy;
Until I leave.

Death is my dear twin.
Light is of no consequence.
It is only the absence of darkness.

I live and I breathe and I should expect joy out of it;
But ultimately, this is useless;
There is no purpose in inevitable end.

Yet, I now don’t feel bitter;
Only that my eyes are pale;
For all is nothing and bitterness doesn’t help.

So, before I end;
Let me find that which I am to be.
Let me run until I can no longer stride;
Until I walk, until I crawl;
Until I no longer move.

So, before I end;
Let me live, continuously;
At your peril.

I know, you may have left;
The day I come back;
But I’d be happy for you;
At least you have found the exit.
There is no easy way out;
Only that, for us;
There is no other way out.

So, leave me be;
For I will leave;
And destroy this world;
And rebuild it;
In search of me.

You be careful;
And take care of our memories;
For there is no assurance that I will keep them.
I am weak and you should know that.

~ by daerd on April 10, 2007.