I had a dream that life was all around me
Its color – blue, its texture – soft and warm
And all my being drowned in quiet wonder,
I felt my mind at peace; I turned into a storm
Yet, where I stand awake there is no color
The eyes staring at me are made of glass and cold
The endlessly unwinding roads, the swarm of voices
Lead nowhere, speak of nothing – are the world
Or is this hell? And one could never live here?
How dare one stay alive among the dead?
One couldn’t breathe the poison of oblivion
But there is nothing here to breathe instead
My mind is gone; it’s diving in the abyss
It dug out, filled with love and hid in time
I do not want it back; I don’t believe I need it:
I am in hell and I don’t want to think of why