I.
The “liquid spark” awaiting for Ignition,
but the process could’ve been damned past Immersion;
The laid-back succession of dim lights
follows a pattern of shallow secession.
With pride we overcame all
untill we found illuminations,
we were already handicaped;
In hind-sight there was no far-sight all along,
only a broken perspective, already ruined and sabotaged.
The nostalgia of the past hits hard,
already in evocation of deep warmth back then;
but only persisted the longing and constant suffering,
“if not now, then when?”
II.
Being short-sighted
and not only
from your bad eye;
the impulsiveness
stains the destiny
with unforseen dye.
Wandering in strange deafness,
not knowing the difference
between to listen and to hear;
the days are so dimlight-bright
when you fake a smile
which goes from ear to ear.
Sometimes the consequence of a lie
is the repression of a tear.
The rebellious nature,
whose behaviour stems
on the Will to defy,
has fallen from the heavens
and abides to the possibility
to bring back the Sky.
In order to do so,
it must overcome
the horrifying fear
which is to lose
that which one holds
most precious and dear:
To be willing to say good-bye
at the end of each year…