| WHY?
Why oh why… Should I be a slave of this yearning, this bizarre world I am into… An unacceptable will to give in to the thirst of the unorthodox madness, a will of irony and longing for the threshold of pain… excruciating pain… A pain where my soul aches, Where my mind squirms with manipulative confusion, With a false and vehement love, Always protesting for a battle cry, opposing the torrid and stubborn wish of live forces that runs into the depths of selflessness, the depths of choice… the choice to do an overture of willpower, not weak, not too strong but zeal that is bound to be the delight of frustrations… the craze of fever within… the evenings of fun memories… will they never be free and will they hope them to be true… sweet and untangled outburst of thoughts wondering through it… wondering to be unsealed… but how? To calm the illusions of mind, To placidly place them in the proximity of your passion… To wish for anything insatiable, Captivated with surreal troubles, That takes the mind to fly To glide, To wince, To cruise, To hide, To see the hitch of everything it created… Closer… Every part of it, music is created… A music that will soothe the memories of unequaled flow of wanting… © egs 2008 |
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