Hear me out...

All I’m asking for
is to get in the heat of happenings
Open my heart
of rushing sensation
of increasing passion
For I’m the trend, so let me blend
It’s apocalypse time

I realised I knew
somebody knew
And someone cared
what I did for them

Since I’ve grown flair on the surface of the sun
I will never ever hold on to shame again...

Though the dark ages still rumble
in my storm woven mind
Boggling the uncertain
Reeling in everything second guessing

The antagonistic nature
of a hidden revelation

The false premise of
a hooded silhouette
riveting only as he hands out candy
to sweet toothed children,

his intention to mirror his innocence
with their smiles
in front of the community's biased eyes,
the view of the ever watching world

So therefore...

I’m still sad I can’t reach
a flown by distance
Not so more I can’t touch
a chemical substance,
to replace the feeling I had
when my goals
were on a single little thin thread...


*** bewerkte versie van een gedicht van 3 nov 2004 ***