sky reverie

its a poem about the word WHY applied to everything we live for

 

intense emotions

hollow thoughts

faith excluded

whats the illusion?.

 

bright future with dark bliss

impossible like rain without clouds

dissapointing as premature ejaculation

to the women of your dreams.

am i a ghost?

 

fear is a weak emotion but faith is,

i need a break !

compulsive or not its still blurry

lost in emotions and desperate

like a mobile phone i need to recharge but how ?

questions remain unanswered

as the future darkens

bloody eskom!!

 

lifestyle disease

a result of routines

but whats the logic

why cant there be enrepture

to that sort, my sword

no strings attached like a cordless phone but heart and soul

clasped like hands in prayer.

 

 

like athletes running the marathon

the finish line is the destination

then whats the logic to the routines

of everyday life?

is it self awereness,love and to be loved or death?

whats the purpose of breathing in because it hurts breathing out

is it an illusion

lost in translation