LULLABY

Written during 2017 while experiencing psychosis. Will be published in one of my books.

There is the thin line

between fool and the king.

They call it humanity

- you've heard of them.

There is the long distance

between the pawn

and any other figure

- must be the player!

There is the present border

betwen world and the dream;

probably sanity.

In the world of insane

sanctity seems

to be miracle given

that all of our smiles

are cosmical pain

always forgiven.

Or it might be I'm just kidding.

Of all the possible futures

how do they always take past

in this lasting creation.

They must be joking.

Frollick of stars

they just cannot take

so they sit on their scars

sharing what is left of someone else's hate.

But are we that stupid?

Is it the god we are

or the one we used to be

or the one we'll become

when we one will become.

Joke's on the frollicking kid.

But world! - when will you learn

that all your dreams can come true

if we stop using "me"

and when we stop using "you".

My child

I am so sorry

I never made you smile

or exist.

But we still aren't the starnuts

and the mankind could mold you

faster than they think.

I'm sorry I still made no better world

and found no better excuse

than that this one's confused.

But don't you worry

- sleep still in future

for our dream will come through

all this darkness and light

to this existence

with no squabble nor fight.

Sleep and dream

of me.