by Alma Alijagic

Created on: January 19, 2011

What it is

This day in the past,

when I opened my eyes,

saying 'hello',

to what would not last.

Ability of brain,

to make its own choice,

sanity of soul,

obeying the voice.

Vision and thought,

leading me to my core,

safe and secure,

on my way to war.

Can't find my way,

affected by own mind,

fighting the age,

lagging life behind.

Far away from sane,

I try to hold time,

till I find myself,

and end all the crime.

Distant from peace,

remote from sleep,

unable to rest,

upon the craving weep.

The path I found,

seems so gory and wrong,

the devil's sound,

and I sing along.

Unable in the heart,

to go for the life,

too many decisions,

but I cannot strive.

One wrong step,

will lead me astray,

and God won't listen,

next time I pray.

It's the human toxic,

the idea of thought,

in this confusing world,

I am hopelessly caught.

I am maybe looking in life,

for what's only in death,

I lose connection,

to my own breath.

Knowing too well,

that I cannot be,

more than I am,

the person who's 'me'

My way I am dying for,

to discover the thread,

live in peace with myself,

without being afraid.

Union of foes,

heart and soul embrace,

holding hands on the path,

to immortal trace.  

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