Give Me Thoughts

I'm afraid of your wronged hope

that God is in control of the world.

I'm running from your faith

in what never belonged to us.

I want to smell your fettered silence,

but I did not deserve your indifference,

a naive journey deep into

the suburban purgatory.

I got lost on my overpopulated island again.

I got on the train again,

which will derail against

the timetable.

Don't avoid my dreams,

give me thoughts I didn't deserve.

All I want today is the beastly hope

the emptiness of your arms

will never leave me.

Help me open the window

because the door has been locked

for several generations.