Lost in the Fairy Tale
…and where is my mind?!
I became silence,
as the fragmented words inside me
lost their translation
[outside]
the current forms are treated as axioms;
crafting an equivocal existence
it is hijacked in a
precise delusion,
The gods are smiling.
years of tradition want to pull me back
into the madness of rational ends,
tricksters are sneaking in
stashing old habits
[yet] the heart plays the tune it wants,
drunken with boundless possibilities
it produces a realm of infinite pleasure,
a far from reality
I met eternity.
…moving quite intuitively,
it finds its place by your side;
You can take my thoughts
You can eat my soul
For as long as you’d like.
