From the chosen path worlds
pass in distance
Ways once impotant now
revealed as false
again the fear to go
and the longing for a home
like a filter always on my own
projections
on the things that I experience
trying to outrun
the stench of my decay
living within framse my memories are frozen
falling apart my brains are broken
in barren fields new
domains unveil
where every impression is a
mountain to climb
put down my last defence
floating, feeling the flow
sometimes encounters we touch
like swords
but as the warmth comes we
fade
desires remaining unspoken
the words are lost