Human Wilderness

It’s 3 a.m

And I can’t sleep,

I don’t give a damn

About counting sheep.

It feels like drowning,

I can’t see the light

I was promised would be shining,

Beautiful and bright.

What a lonesome place

We hopelessly live in

Looking for a friendly face,

A reason not to give in.

I cannot sleep

With thoughts so grey,

Those tiresome sheep

Are the only way

Why do they throw away

The beauty of yesterday,

And tear down

Our beloved town?

Why do they erase

Our past, to replace

With the new,

Cold, pale and blue?

Who are these people

With weapons so evil

Destroying our history

For their own victory?

Are their pockets so hollow

They have to follow

Some purposeless beings

With no regrets or feelings?

With every brick and every stone

A man must have shone

For they were heroes, the ones who erected

What we had, what they shamefully neglected.

Now we are left with a sad story

Of our bygone days of glory.

I will not leave this world unspoken

Or keep silenced hearts once broken;

I shall free them from their anguish,

Just give me strength so I don’t blemish.

They will believe in love again

And will rejoice at the sight of rain;

For not all tears are tainted,

And not all wounds remain

I feel

I woke up this morning and felt.

I first felt my arms

Hidden under my pillow,

Hot and asleep

Then my feet, kicking, pushing the sheets.

I jumped.

Morning air, a world unknown hugged me today;

I meet a new one every day.

Today it was pink, bright and fresh;

A floating feeling surrounds me.

This day still undiscovered is reaching out.

I hold its hand, it drags me into the clouds;

A whirlwind of emotions develops:

I can smell the world!

The colours become more intense,

The sounds start to weigh

I am falling, sinking…

Now I’m ready for another new day