Uncontrollable thoughts swirl around in my mind.
They break the drumbeats of reasoning, they demand an explanation!
The words, on the edge of emotion, tremble in fear.
They are afraid to tell the truth and are increasingly silent.
The night spreads its wings, like a vulture it swoops down on me.
It eats the daughters of the goddess, satisfying its carnivorous instinct!
I plow through time, struggling, hoping to discover a sign that emits light... the light of the exit from the tunnel of indefiniteness!
"Blind"... I grope for hope.
It is stuck on the dirty floors of time.
Tired of the struggle for survival, exhausted, she also sells her dream.
The future, under the guillotine of oppression, an architected pyramid of artificial ideas!
My voice, soundless, screams! It wants to tear the present into strips and with them bind the unbearable anxiety of uncertainty.
The voice hits the silent wall of stifled expression... and returns, bleeding from the impasse, to take up the same pattern of struggle again.
I've been experiencing the same fairy tale for as long as I've existed! By demanding an explanation, I'm charging the time of dead-end repetition.
I turn on the streetlights to illuminate the involuntary spectrum of my struggle!
Demanding an explanation, I discover the same… recyclable route every time!
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